Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
She’d had a similar idea as Loren, heading back from Delphia’s gathering to stop at the market in Snowcloak. Normally she liked to head to Mavis’ stall, but she didn’t think the old woman would have the sort of treat she needed for an event like this. So instead she made her way to a vendor with various wooden carvings, eventually selecting a small board with pegs and holes. It was a game; a fun little toy that even an adult could enjoy when they had nothing better to do. It was the sort of thing you played over a drink when the blizzard outside kept you from leaving your house.
As she is strolling through the market, heading toward home, she catches sight of the man she’d thought had been Loren at the gathering. The figures turns in the direction of the Palace, which seems like confirmation enough, unless it was Neron in hiding. That option seemed unlikely though. Weaver nearly lets the figure go. For a moment, she does, and when she changes her mind the figure is already gone.
Still, she knows how to get to the Palace, and so she makes her way there, asking a guard where she might find Loren. Interestingly enough, she is directed to the kitchens. Weaver gets lost only once trying to actually find the kitchens, but when she arrives, Loren is...baking? It certainly looks like he is baking. ”You really do never cease to surprise me,” she says, cutting through the silence. Her arms are crossed in front of her, her black cloak still on, and the scythe on her back. She’s leaning against the doorway, pretending it is entirely normal that she’s followed him here, even if it’s probably mildly creepy. ”What are you making?”
As she is strolling through the market, heading toward home, she catches sight of the man she’d thought had been Loren at the gathering. The figures turns in the direction of the Palace, which seems like confirmation enough, unless it was Neron in hiding. That option seemed unlikely though. Weaver nearly lets the figure go. For a moment, she does, and when she changes her mind the figure is already gone.
Still, she knows how to get to the Palace, and so she makes her way there, asking a guard where she might find Loren. Interestingly enough, she is directed to the kitchens. Weaver gets lost only once trying to actually find the kitchens, but when she arrives, Loren is...baking? It certainly looks like he is baking. ”You really do never cease to surprise me,” she says, cutting through the silence. Her arms are crossed in front of her, her black cloak still on, and the scythe on her back. She’s leaning against the doorway, pretending it is entirely normal that she’s followed him here, even if it’s probably mildly creepy. ”What are you making?”
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
