”Lovely,” she mutters in a way that makes it clear that lovely is the opposite of what she actually means. It changes the way she views the Voice, though only slightly. In truth, she views the Voice much as she views the rest of the gods, which is to say, with mixed emotions. They were neither good nor bad, necessarily. Though they all gave out boons to their followers, Weaver couldn’t help but feel as though it was like a cat toying with a mouse. After all, couldn’t the gods simply fix the mess that had been made of this world? Yet they did not.
Weaver listens to the tale, knowing it is one sided and appreciating that he knows it as well. To know both sides is to piece together the truth, after all, but still, that does not make his side less valid. ”Is it possible that she did not stop it because she could not?” Weaver asks, not defending the Voice or her actions, but rather considering the possibility that she is limited. ”She is not a true goddess, after all. She is nothing more than a human who turned herself into something other.” At least, that is what Weaver has gathered from others, if the stories are true.
Weaver can’t help but chuckle slightly as he suggests a Fae explain it. ”You say that as if the Fae are likely to explain anything.” At least so far, her experience with the Fae has been to discover how well they dodge questions and tell half truths. She would honestly enjoy a lesson from them in the art. She is good at it, but they are better. Still, she nods at his explanation, finding it sufficient, and tucking away the information.
Weaver laughs a bit more at the extended absence. ”He never intended to stay. The bar was always designed to be mine, not his. He simply gets a small cut of the profits for helping to supply the booze.” He’d also gotten Neron’s blessing, though she leaves that part out. And the guild, which she also leaves out. Profit cuts were explanation enough, and one that anyone would believe.
Weaver listens to the tale, knowing it is one sided and appreciating that he knows it as well. To know both sides is to piece together the truth, after all, but still, that does not make his side less valid. ”Is it possible that she did not stop it because she could not?” Weaver asks, not defending the Voice or her actions, but rather considering the possibility that she is limited. ”She is not a true goddess, after all. She is nothing more than a human who turned herself into something other.” At least, that is what Weaver has gathered from others, if the stories are true.
Weaver can’t help but chuckle slightly as he suggests a Fae explain it. ”You say that as if the Fae are likely to explain anything.” At least so far, her experience with the Fae has been to discover how well they dodge questions and tell half truths. She would honestly enjoy a lesson from them in the art. She is good at it, but they are better. Still, she nods at his explanation, finding it sufficient, and tucking away the information.
Weaver laughs a bit more at the extended absence. ”He never intended to stay. The bar was always designed to be mine, not his. He simply gets a small cut of the profits for helping to supply the booze.” He’d also gotten Neron’s blessing, though she leaves that part out. And the guild, which she also leaves out. Profit cuts were explanation enough, and one that anyone would believe.
