What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
She is a cat, and she always laps cream from the bowl. After all, she finds good in most things, even in things others find no good from. She seeks it, knowing that it’s there if only one looks hard enough. There is more good to be found in this world than they know, then they are willing to see, and so she hunts for it. Her look should not surprise him, and perhaps it doesn’t, but it seems to annoy him all the same.
She stops scraping the hide to scribble on the paper again. Can’t know till you try, she writes, flipping the paper back around for him to read. She gives him a shrug, attention turning to the hide once again. He kept hunting for profit they didn’t need anymore. The Kraai provided enough, though she doesn’t mention as much. He should be able to find something that brings him both joy and profit, and she won’t diminish his efforts by deeming them unnecessary. After all, the Kraai could fail, though with Deepfrost closing in on them, at least for now, there’d be little to do besides drink.
She stops scraping the hide to scribble on the paper again. Can’t know till you try, she writes, flipping the paper back around for him to read. She gives him a shrug, attention turning to the hide once again. He kept hunting for profit they didn’t need anymore. The Kraai provided enough, though she doesn’t mention as much. He should be able to find something that brings him both joy and profit, and she won’t diminish his efforts by deeming them unnecessary. After all, the Kraai could fail, though with Deepfrost closing in on them, at least for now, there’d be little to do besides drink.
Weaver
