His answer brings a smile to her face. It’s honest, that answer. Halo was unique, and the people were generous but tough. They would expect him to contribute at some point, and yet, they would always make sure he had what he needed. No one was left out in the cold, figuratively and literally speaking, in Halo. There was always someone to lend a hand, because at some point, someone else had lent them a hand. It was a tough life, but a good one. ”You’ll find your feet here soon enough, I’m sure,” she offers. ”If you need a job in the meantime, I’m sure we can find you something here. Might not be that exciting though.” Particularly with Deepfrost upon them, the Kraai was busy, and she wouldn’t mind having an extra set of hands if he was bored.
Weaver chuckles as he comes over to examine the spider, glad to have found the thing with someone who wasn’t afraid of them. Wine spiders do get rather large, from what Sunjata had told her, though this one was still pretty small. ”They like to drink wine, as their name might suggest. Little bugger must have slipped in with the last shipment from the VlamVloed.” Weaver hands the spider to him, if he’s willing, and goes to grab a bowl and a bottle of wine. She pours some of the wine into the bowl and places it on a nearby barrel. ”Here, put him down,” she says, nodding toward the shallow bowl.
Weaver chuckles as he comes over to examine the spider, glad to have found the thing with someone who wasn’t afraid of them. Wine spiders do get rather large, from what Sunjata had told her, though this one was still pretty small. ”They like to drink wine, as their name might suggest. Little bugger must have slipped in with the last shipment from the VlamVloed.” Weaver hands the spider to him, if he’s willing, and goes to grab a bowl and a bottle of wine. She pours some of the wine into the bowl and places it on a nearby barrel. ”Here, put him down,” she says, nodding toward the shallow bowl.
weaver
-- kiss you like a whiskey fire --
