i know this is war
Weaver watches as the piece rises of its own volition. Well, someone with telekinesis, apparently. She grins, amused that it can cheat but she cannot. None of this really bothers her, even when Ludo abruptly ends the game and Ludo bids her farewell. She watches as it collects the piece it had thrown and then is swallowed up by the dark Halo night.Though she can’t feel the chill, she can tell it’s cold. Her breath frosts in the air, trailing after Ludo. Deepfrost is nearly upon them, and it’s not the spirits she has to fear. No, it’s the bitter cold, the endless storms, and the possibility of running out of food. With that, Weaver turns back into the house and closes the door behind her.
(finished)
--weaver
but the rest of us are trying to pretend it’s a party
