She can’t say she had planned to give the gift to Deimos. She hadn’t actually planned to give the gift to anyone in particular, but rather figured she’d find someone on a spur of the moment whim. And look, she did. There weren’t exactly a lot of her Halovian peeps here for her to plan to give the thing to, after all. And no, Neron and his crew did not count. ”You’re welcome. I trust you to give it to the right person.” Which is to say, not to throw it away on the next pretty face. She gives him a nod as someone else comes to claim his attention, slipping back into the crowd.
Weaver plays wallflower a little longer, but in the end, this sort of thing is not her scene. Not that she wouldn’t enjoy the wine, but she doesn’t trust fae wine, and she doesn’t necessarily trust fae country either. Not that she probably wouldn’t be back at some point, but for now, this was enough. She slips away from the party without issue, given that no one will miss her, and makes for home.
***
Weaver out
Weaver plays wallflower a little longer, but in the end, this sort of thing is not her scene. Not that she wouldn’t enjoy the wine, but she doesn’t trust fae wine, and she doesn’t necessarily trust fae country either. Not that she probably wouldn’t be back at some point, but for now, this was enough. She slips away from the party without issue, given that no one will miss her, and makes for home.
***
Weaver out
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
