WEAVER
Never forget what you are
for surely the world will not.
”Hey, you can’t prove that’s not true,” she says with a chuckle, recalling the mirror. One of those old handheld things, long out of fashion and use, as many of Mavis’ trinkets were. As useless as the things were, Weaver did end up going there a lot. The dragonfly pendant that Mavis had thrust into her hands had proven useful, and somehow Mavis knew what you needed. She had a knack for that. A gift given to Deimos in return for the knife he’d given her, though with the intention of him regifting it to someone pretty. Weaver imagines that little pendant lives with Amalia now.Weaver turns her attention to Korbin as he makes them a drink. Before noon. She watches him for a moment with a curious look. ”Brother, I might be rubbing off on you.” Though she clearly isn’t complaining as she accepts the mulled wine, taking a long slow sip from the glass. ”Are you in that good of a mood, or should I be worried?” There’s a teasing note to her voice, but still, she maybe wants to know the answer to that question as well.
Weaver smiles at the idea of a song for Maea. ”I’m not sure who she was with that day, but Loren might know where to start,” she muses. Weaver grabs the menu and the recipe book, turning them to face her on this side of the bar, flipping through till she has another couple of drinks written on the menu, both lacking names. The first is a joke of a drink, really, or it had been when she’d created it. But it turned out to be decent, and mostly, it was fun. It made for a great shot and a good start to a drunken evening. The second was a far more legitimate drink, another of her favorites on the menu. Dark and smoky, rich in alcohol, not the sort of drink for the faint of heart.
She turns the menu to Korbin so he can read the ingredients:
Spiced Rum, Vodka, Tequila, Gin, White Rum, Lime Juice, Sugar Syrup, Bitters
Bourbon whiskey, sugar cube, Angostura bitters, orange peel, cherry
make it your strength
Then it can never be your weakness.
