WEAVER
Never forget what you are
for surely the world will not.
She chuckles at that. ”Yea, it’s gonna be a little while before we see the rest of Caido again. Nothing new for us.” How would the Outlanders handle this Deepfrost, stuck inside the Citadel with little to do? Now that would be the thing to watch. Though the hunters would get restless, and eventually the rest of Halo as well, they were all used to this. The Outlanders though? They seemed likely to do something stupid.Apparently he had not run into the General yet, though she cannot say she’s entirely surprised. After all, that’s exactly the sort of person Weaver would want to find and her brother wouldn’t care about. ”The General in the Grounds. Also an Abandoned with fire, though vastly more impressive than my own magic.” She recalls his raging inferno, the dragons of fire, and the way he simply did not tire.
She gives him a look at Mother’s Touch though. ”Would you want to drink something called Mother’s Touch? Sorry but our drunk patrons are going to take that one the wrong way.” She chuckles slightly, trying to imagine Straia doing anything motherly. Would either of them even know what a mother’s touch was actually like? Korbin wouldn’t remember, but Weaver can’t quite imagine Straia being motherly in that way. She’d been a different sort of mother.
The next suggestion has her grinning slightly more, because she knows, though she doesn’t tell him as much. ”That one seems appropriate, though,” she says, which could have any manner of meaning. She scribbles the name down, and then turns her attention to Korbin as he requests a favor, eyes narrowing slightly. ”What sort of favor?
make it your strength
Then it can never be your weakness.
