Weaver has always wondered exactly how her mother had gotten the scythe, given Halo’s rather limited resources. There were mages who could have crafted the thing, smiths who could have honed the blades, her brother’s feathers to pluck for the entirely unnecessary adornments that Weaver keeps up mostly for the excuse to pluck her brother and piss him off. There were actual ravens in Halo too, of course, occasionally delivering news so Halo wasn’t totally isolated. They left stray feathers behind sometimes, but that wasn’t really the point. Plucking her brother was the point.
The other girl gives her approval of the strange weapon, though admitting that she’s not sure the staff could hold up to it. ”If it can hold up to a sword, it can survive a scythe. If it can’t hold up to a sword, you need a better weapon,” she says, though she is already looking around for another weapon to use. It was for practice, after all, and Weaver was familiar with a number of weapons even if she favored her scythe. ”Knives, swords, or I could probably figure out how to use a staff well enough. You pick.” Because she doesn’t really care what they practice with. Everything is a weapon, their mother had taught them, so long as you are the one wielding it, my children. She’d taught them to be the weapons, whatever it took.
The other girl gives her approval of the strange weapon, though admitting that she’s not sure the staff could hold up to it. ”If it can hold up to a sword, it can survive a scythe. If it can’t hold up to a sword, you need a better weapon,” she says, though she is already looking around for another weapon to use. It was for practice, after all, and Weaver was familiar with a number of weapons even if she favored her scythe. ”Knives, swords, or I could probably figure out how to use a staff well enough. You pick.” Because she doesn’t really care what they practice with. Everything is a weapon, their mother had taught them, so long as you are the one wielding it, my children. She’d taught them to be the weapons, whatever it took.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
