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;
”My brother, the tough stoic loner type?” She lets out a bark of laughter at that, trying to imagine it. No, that had been Erebor. Not so much a loner, though of all of them, certainly the closest to fit that description. A slight pang hits her heart at the thought of him, suspecting Korbin would remember a different version of Erebor and wouldn’t make the connection as she does. Erebor loved his siblings fiercely, and his younger brother in a more obvious manner.
The fire sort of works, and might have worked better if she’d been less careful with it. But she didn’t want to just go burning everything up, after all. She’s about to keep lighting fires, but then Loren switches her task and she nods.
Weaver makes her way over to Glas, beginning to work on the foundation with him. He seems to be ignoring her, which is the sort of thing she will clearly, well, ignore. ”Are you from here? You look like you might be familiar, but I admit I am not sure.” Maybe he’d even respond.
***
Weaver works on the foundation and tries to make small talk with Glas.
The fire sort of works, and might have worked better if she’d been less careful with it. But she didn’t want to just go burning everything up, after all. She’s about to keep lighting fires, but then Loren switches her task and she nods.
Weaver makes her way over to Glas, beginning to work on the foundation with him. He seems to be ignoring her, which is the sort of thing she will clearly, well, ignore. ”Are you from here? You look like you might be familiar, but I admit I am not sure.” Maybe he’d even respond.
***
Weaver works on the foundation and tries to make small talk with Glas.
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.
