Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
With Leafchange quickly coming to an end, Weaver cannot help but stop by the shrine. She comes with more candles than usual this time. Four in total; three for her family and for now, one for Maea. Though perhaps she has no right to mourn someone she had barely gotten to know, she cannot help but remember a life cut too short and all the things that will never be.
Weaver sits before the shrine, placing the candles in front of her and lighting all four without the use of her magic. There are certainly boundaries she will always respect, even if it makes no difference to the gods. ”Ludo,” she says, half a sing-song in her voice, as she pulls some hard candies from for it her pocket and puts them down with the candles. ”Any chance you’ll come to play?”
Weaver sits before the shrine, placing the candles in front of her and lighting all four without the use of her magic. There are certainly boundaries she will always respect, even if it makes no difference to the gods. ”Ludo,” she says, half a sing-song in her voice, as she pulls some hard candies from for it her pocket and puts them down with the candles. ”Any chance you’ll come to play?”
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
