Weaver
Time is the substance from which I am made.
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
She wouldn’t know what it is like, though she dreams of it sometimes. The ability to join her brother, better acceptance from the gods. Though she has grown into her magic, and a thing she’d once ignored has become a part of her. She cannot hold the magic for long yet, but the ease with which flame erupts in the middle of the tundra is exciting. How simple it is, to cut off their path and end up with two beautiful luxere, dead at her feet. She cannot help but remember Deimos though, their conversation, about how those of the Grounds gathered the luxere for protection. Yet in Halo, all they did was eat them.
Weaver grins up as Noah comes back, clearly pleased. ”Well done,” she says, giving him a slight nod before putting her scythe across her back again. She pulls a knife from her belt and sets to work on the other luxere, gutting it with a practiced ease. ”Should keep a few bellies full for a while,” she comments, thinking of the upcoming Deepfrost. More food was never a bad thing.
Weaver grins up as Noah comes back, clearly pleased. ”Well done,” she says, giving him a slight nod before putting her scythe across her back again. She pulls a knife from her belt and sets to work on the other luxere, gutting it with a practiced ease. ”Should keep a few bellies full for a while,” she comments, thinking of the upcoming Deepfrost. More food was never a bad thing.
it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger;
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
