Everyone needs purpose, particularly in a place like Halo. They spent many long hours inside, hiding from the cold and the snow, from the blizzards that would rage outside through much of Deepfrost. Idle hands did not lead to anything good here, and so people always looked for something to do. She doesn’t mind giving him some purpose, even if he does not want to do it forever. It would be something to keep him from going too crazy over the long, cold season.
Well, that and some decent booze. Deepfrost can turn anyone into a drinker. Weaver chuckles slightly. ”I may have to ration his wine,” she says, amused. For now though, she lets the spider drink away. He likely hadn’t actually had anything to drink in a while since he’d been stuck down here. So she’ll let him drink his fill.
He begins to pour and talk. She listens, waiting till he’s done pouring to start chucking the spices into the barrel without much ceremony. ”Much loved by the gods, the Attuned. Unlike me,” she says with a chuckle, sticking out a now empty hand to let flames burst to life there, dancing above her palm for a moment.
Well, that and some decent booze. Deepfrost can turn anyone into a drinker. Weaver chuckles slightly. ”I may have to ration his wine,” she says, amused. For now though, she lets the spider drink away. He likely hadn’t actually had anything to drink in a while since he’d been stuck down here. So she’ll let him drink his fill.
He begins to pour and talk. She listens, waiting till he’s done pouring to start chucking the spices into the barrel without much ceremony. ”Much loved by the gods, the Attuned. Unlike me,” she says with a chuckle, sticking out a now empty hand to let flames burst to life there, dancing above her palm for a moment.
weaver
-- kiss you like a whiskey fire --
