WEAVER
Weaver does have the luxury of not being a stranger in a stranger’s land right now, though she’s never been very considerate. Usually her consideration extends to not being such an ass she gets herself or someone else killed or seriously injured, but after that? Well, better to ask for forgiveness than permission. Or just play a little dumb.
”Of course,” she agrees with a wicked little grin. She rarely fights Korbin in his shift, because he rarely shifts in front of her, but she is game to give it a try. Neither of them has any idea what they are up against, but that’s half the fun. Weaver takes her own knives off her waist and her scythe from her back, setting them down in the corner of the room with her cloak.
Feathers appear along Kiada’s skin, a hint of what is to come. Weaver turns to face her, making no move to summon her magic yet. Kiada shifts in full, the woman turning into a vulture and diving at Weaver with speed. Weaver leaps to the side, calling a fireball into existence and hurling it toward the bird, trying to force her off course.
”Of course,” she agrees with a wicked little grin. She rarely fights Korbin in his shift, because he rarely shifts in front of her, but she is game to give it a try. Neither of them has any idea what they are up against, but that’s half the fun. Weaver takes her own knives off her waist and her scythe from her back, setting them down in the corner of the room with her cloak.
Feathers appear along Kiada’s skin, a hint of what is to come. Weaver turns to face her, making no move to summon her magic yet. Kiada shifts in full, the woman turning into a vulture and diving at Weaver with speed. Weaver leaps to the side, calling a fireball into existence and hurling it toward the bird, trying to force her off course.
I was made to be wild, wicked, and free
