WEAVER
Never forget what you are
for surely the world will not.
She didn’t need any titles either, and yet she found herself wearing one. Warden of the Citadel. How strange. How wrong. But also, it felt a little right. There had been no doubt when she’d tossed her name in against Morgan that she should. Though she would not have been upset to lose to Morgan, how it had warmed her heart to see her people stand around her. Maybe that is the only thing she has going for her in this role, and understanding of what it is like to be them.She is not Morgan. She has never spent three years living in the Tundra simply to prove she could. No one can doubt that Morgan is more than capable of just about anything. But Weaver has spent her life living with the people of Snowcloak. She knows their struggles and their dreams, she knows what it's like to hunt and to drink with them. She knows them in a way Morgan, raised as the daughter of the previous Captain or as a wild thing in the Tundra, does not.
That may be all she has, but perhaps it is enough. They can only hope.
”No, that is all for now. Get some sleep. I’ll keep an eye on things.” She gives him a nod but then stands, coming around to embrace her brother once more before letting him go to get the rest he needs.
(finished)
make it your strength
Then it can never be your weakness.
