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;
”He’s going to do that broody pout anyway. Besides, he doesn’t have to hear me to know I’m making fun of him.” And right on cue, Korbin flipped them both the bird. She only grinned back at him. ”And yes, I do,” she says matter-of-factly. Could she be just about anywhere else right now? Yep. Would she be? Nope. Loren really has not figured it out yet.
She listens as he gives instructions, watching as he uses his own magic to try and move as much of the snow as he can. She’s really tempted to tease him, but in front of Korbin, she stops herself. Though she was starting to suspect her brother may like Loren more then he let on, she didn’t need him to know how close she’d been growing to Loren. Not yet, anyway. They had enough to fight about already.
Instead, she moves to a patch of the ground that’s away from everyone else, wanting to experiment before suggesting it. Little does she know, her brother is thinking along the same lines. She sets the area around her on fire, holding it long enough to melt the snow and ice in the area. The flames disappear, and she begins checking around for any wayward damage. If it worked, it’d be a quick way to get rid of the snow and ice at least.
***
Weaver sets the ground on fire in her small area to see if it would work well enough for clearing the rest of the ground.
She listens as he gives instructions, watching as he uses his own magic to try and move as much of the snow as he can. She’s really tempted to tease him, but in front of Korbin, she stops herself. Though she was starting to suspect her brother may like Loren more then he let on, she didn’t need him to know how close she’d been growing to Loren. Not yet, anyway. They had enough to fight about already.
Instead, she moves to a patch of the ground that’s away from everyone else, wanting to experiment before suggesting it. Little does she know, her brother is thinking along the same lines. She sets the area around her on fire, holding it long enough to melt the snow and ice in the area. The flames disappear, and she begins checking around for any wayward damage. If it worked, it’d be a quick way to get rid of the snow and ice at least.
***
Weaver sets the ground on fire in her small area to see if it would work well enough for clearing the rest of the ground.
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.
