The other wallflower introduces himself as Loren. ”Weaver,” she says, introducing herself to Loren. That’s about the end of their conversation, as others come in. Weaver nods back to Maea, who she remembers from the Academy but hasn’t properly met. There would be time enough for that, she assumes, if they were going to be training alongside one another. She is assuming, of course, but why go work on a magic school if you didn’t plan to attend (or teach)?
For now though they don’t speak, as Maea and then someone hiding in the trees grabs Loren’s attention. Sam? The Samuel she met? Maybe. Loren disappears around the tree, and Weaver lets him go. Others have caught her attention, Sunjata nodding in her direction. She nods back, giving him a grin before moving on. The party is what she expects, and she intends to go back to watching the party from the sidelines real soon (with a quick path to getting out fast if things go south). First though, she is supposed to give out this gift.
Deimos is not hard to find, and she slips through the crowd easily toward him. Her scythe is nestled on her back, cutting an imposing arch above her head, a warning and a promise. She reaches out, aiming to touch Deimos’ shoulder to get his attention. Her other hand fishes out the dragonfly pendant and offers it over to him. ”For the dagger. Give it to someone pretty, yea?” she says with a mischievous grin. She won’t keep him, but wanted to repay the gift he had given her. ”It would probably look good on a chain, but I’m sure you can handle that part.”
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Gift acquired in {se} not above bribery
For now though they don’t speak, as Maea and then someone hiding in the trees grabs Loren’s attention. Sam? The Samuel she met? Maybe. Loren disappears around the tree, and Weaver lets him go. Others have caught her attention, Sunjata nodding in her direction. She nods back, giving him a grin before moving on. The party is what she expects, and she intends to go back to watching the party from the sidelines real soon (with a quick path to getting out fast if things go south). First though, she is supposed to give out this gift.
Deimos is not hard to find, and she slips through the crowd easily toward him. Her scythe is nestled on her back, cutting an imposing arch above her head, a warning and a promise. She reaches out, aiming to touch Deimos’ shoulder to get his attention. Her other hand fishes out the dragonfly pendant and offers it over to him. ”For the dagger. Give it to someone pretty, yea?” she says with a mischievous grin. She won’t keep him, but wanted to repay the gift he had given her. ”It would probably look good on a chain, but I’m sure you can handle that part.”
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Gift acquired in {se} not above bribery
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
