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 cuts the luxere open, tossing out guts into the snow with the same ease as Noah. She’s done this so many times that even if she’d been prone to being a queasy girl, she wouldn’t care now. There’s some rope in her pack, and she pulls it out to tie around the luxere, to keep it together as best as possible as they drag the carcuses back to the Citadel. Her name on his lips catches her attention though, and she is not surprised when he asks after Ludo.
She grabs the sheet-like cloth he tosses to her, and she offers him rope should he need any, though he seems to have plenty. She keeps working, creating the makeshift sled for the dead beast as she talks. ”I asked Ludo to enchant my scythe, to make it less obvious so that I could carry it everywhere. I rather dislike having to leave it behind in polite company. It told me to slay a luxere and a banshee with the scythe and bring it leather from the luxere and some of the banshee’s rags. What it intends to do with either of those items, I have no idea.” She didn’t ask why, but simply accepted the task.
She hums a slight agreement at his next statement as they begin to make their way back home. It would be a hard journey, dragging the animal behind her, but well worth it. ”They don’t,” she confirms, chuckling slightly at his raised hand as if she might be annoyed by the question. ”Though it is not unheard of for them to come to the Abandoned, it is vastly less likely. I have been praying at that shrine since John died, and this is the first time anyone has answered. I know Ludo has come for other Abandoned, so perhaps it is more forgiving than some of its’ counterparts.” That is only speculation, but still, perhaps there is some truth in it. Perhaps her persistence had paid off. She’ll never be sure.
She grabs the sheet-like cloth he tosses to her, and she offers him rope should he need any, though he seems to have plenty. She keeps working, creating the makeshift sled for the dead beast as she talks. ”I asked Ludo to enchant my scythe, to make it less obvious so that I could carry it everywhere. I rather dislike having to leave it behind in polite company. It told me to slay a luxere and a banshee with the scythe and bring it leather from the luxere and some of the banshee’s rags. What it intends to do with either of those items, I have no idea.” She didn’t ask why, but simply accepted the task.
She hums a slight agreement at his next statement as they begin to make their way back home. It would be a hard journey, dragging the animal behind her, but well worth it. ”They don’t,” she confirms, chuckling slightly at his raised hand as if she might be annoyed by the question. ”Though it is not unheard of for them to come to the Abandoned, it is vastly less likely. I have been praying at that shrine since John died, and this is the first time anyone has answered. I know Ludo has come for other Abandoned, so perhaps it is more forgiving than some of its’ counterparts.” That is only speculation, but still, perhaps there is some truth in it. Perhaps her persistence had paid off. She’ll never be sure.
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.
