Weaver listens as he adds more to the story, nodding. It was too muddy to make much of a determination one way or another, and so she simply sighs slightly. ”It is rather a shame we cannot find some peace between both sides.” There was, technically, peace now, but even Weaver in remote Halo knew it was a tenuous thing at best. Though the actions of the Ascended affected her only inasmuch as the portal to Halo was open, she was not naive enough to believe that it was likely to stay that way. ”I admit I would prefer not to live through a war, though it feels...not inevitable, but certainly possible.”
Weaver chuckles at his optimism toward the Fae. ”The one I met most recently enjoyed pointed her spear at me regularly. Mind you, we were in Halo. I was not even trespassing in the Greatwood.” Though perhaps others would be a bit friendlier to outsiders who actually meant no harm. Weaver just liked to know things.
His words at the mention of Sunjata are rather clipped though, and she gives him a bit of a sideways glance. ”You seem...suspicious? I am not sure that’s quite the word I’m looking for. More like that you have a history with Sunjata. Don’t worry, you will not offend me. I wanted a bar. I found one,” she says, casually enough. It was true. She wanted a slightly easier life, and she wanted to avoid the Tundra on a daily basis. As it turned out, she liked booze, and was good at keeping her customers happy. ”My brother doesn’t like him either,” she adds, her tone easy and light enough.
His next question though is a good one. ”Unlikely, I suspect, though if I am I don’t think I would be sorry.” Though Weaver has never been good at sitting still for too long, and ten years of the same thing would be a long time. ”Though I cannot say I have plans. I rarely do. I tend to see what opportunities open and snag the ones that interest me.” Act first, think later. Sometimes it worked out very well, and other times, not so much. ”And you? What occupies your time?”
Weaver chuckles at his optimism toward the Fae. ”The one I met most recently enjoyed pointed her spear at me regularly. Mind you, we were in Halo. I was not even trespassing in the Greatwood.” Though perhaps others would be a bit friendlier to outsiders who actually meant no harm. Weaver just liked to know things.
His words at the mention of Sunjata are rather clipped though, and she gives him a bit of a sideways glance. ”You seem...suspicious? I am not sure that’s quite the word I’m looking for. More like that you have a history with Sunjata. Don’t worry, you will not offend me. I wanted a bar. I found one,” she says, casually enough. It was true. She wanted a slightly easier life, and she wanted to avoid the Tundra on a daily basis. As it turned out, she liked booze, and was good at keeping her customers happy. ”My brother doesn’t like him either,” she adds, her tone easy and light enough.
His next question though is a good one. ”Unlikely, I suspect, though if I am I don’t think I would be sorry.” Though Weaver has never been good at sitting still for too long, and ten years of the same thing would be a long time. ”Though I cannot say I have plans. I rarely do. I tend to see what opportunities open and snag the ones that interest me.” Act first, think later. Sometimes it worked out very well, and other times, not so much. ”And you? What occupies your time?”
