It’s not dying I’m afraid of
It truly is not a hunt. It is a slaughter. As Loren regains the ability to move, he summons a dragon. Despite the fact Korbin had mentioned this trick, she is still surprised, her grin wicked as a talon pins the banshee in place. Honestly, it is almost too easy. The banshee’s shriek is cut off, and the sounds of death follow. It is a swift death though, the cut clean.
Weaver turns her attention to Loren first. ”Are you okay?” she asks, taking a moment to finally ensure that he’s not going to bleed out in the forest. ”The dragon is quite impressive,” she adds, nodding to the beast. It would be rather useful to have one of those. ”Where have you been all my life?’ She pretends to swoon slightly, before turning back to the corpse.
Weaver sets to work, cutting free the rags that the banshee wore. She discards the truly ruined one, tossing them to the side, unwilling to present Ludo with something so completely bloodstained. She collects the best of the rags, which is not necessarily saying much, but still, she does try. It is hardly her fault that the banshee didn’t take care of her clothing.
Weaver turns her attention to Loren first. ”Are you okay?” she asks, taking a moment to finally ensure that he’s not going to bleed out in the forest. ”The dragon is quite impressive,” she adds, nodding to the beast. It would be rather useful to have one of those. ”Where have you been all my life?’ She pretends to swoon slightly, before turning back to the corpse.
Weaver sets to work, cutting free the rags that the banshee wore. She discards the truly ruined one, tossing them to the side, unwilling to present Ludo with something so completely bloodstained. She collects the best of the rags, which is not necessarily saying much, but still, she does try. It is hardly her fault that the banshee didn’t take care of her clothing.
weaver
it’s dying without ever having lived
