It’s not dying I’m afraid of
See, this is where Straia might have been better at all this than she is. Weaver has her limits. She is understanding and she is patient (sometimes), but she can only tolerate the rather unnecessary teenage attitude that comes with her brother these days. Asking a question, making some suggestions, doesn’t mean she’s nagging, though now she’s damn well tempted to do it just to piss him off more. It might be a tactic that works.
As he shifts though, she says nothing, letting him go. She’ll throw up a wall of fire in front of him (harmless other than shocking), but she won’t hurl fireballs at him. One decent hit and she’d scorch her own brother, and even if she tried to aim away from him, it’d be her damn luck he’d accidentally fly into the thing.
Annoying and fuming, she kills the wall of fire and picks up the hare he’d dropped. Gods, she couldn’t wait till he stopped being a damn teengager. With that, she makes her way home alone.
(finished)
As he shifts though, she says nothing, letting him go. She’ll throw up a wall of fire in front of him (harmless other than shocking), but she won’t hurl fireballs at him. One decent hit and she’d scorch her own brother, and even if she tried to aim away from him, it’d be her damn luck he’d accidentally fly into the thing.
Annoying and fuming, she kills the wall of fire and picks up the hare he’d dropped. Gods, she couldn’t wait till he stopped being a damn teengager. With that, she makes her way home alone.
(finished)
weaver
it’s dying without ever having lived
