She is intending to pass through today, having spent some time in the ruins lately and finding that she has learned all she can from this place right now. They all knew the basics, of course, the war and barrier; the will of the gods and actions of others long dead altering their lives forever. She wasn’t sure there was much of a story left to tell here, really, unless she could see into the past or speak to the dead, unless she could divine truth from touching objects and buildings left behind. Still, Weaver likes the ruins in a weird way, enjoys simply sitting in the shade of the buildings occasionally or wandering through, wondering what she might find that’s been long forgotten by its original owner.
Today though, her plans and attention are diverted to the top of the buildings and a boy leaping and flipping his way from one building to the next. She watches, following his progress from the ground as best she can, losing sight of him here and there, but managing to track him by sound and the occasional appearance of a spinning body peaking between buildings. Eventually he comes to a stop on a roof that doesn’t look highly likely to cave in at any moment, and Weaver, slightly winded from following him, manages to catch up.
”Where did you learn how to do that?” she yells up at him, some amount of awe apparent in her voice. It was impressive and she wonders if he’d ever consider teaching her some of the basics, though for now she doesn’t ask. Instead she just waits to see if he even wanted to talk to his unexpected audience.
Today though, her plans and attention are diverted to the top of the buildings and a boy leaping and flipping his way from one building to the next. She watches, following his progress from the ground as best she can, losing sight of him here and there, but managing to track him by sound and the occasional appearance of a spinning body peaking between buildings. Eventually he comes to a stop on a roof that doesn’t look highly likely to cave in at any moment, and Weaver, slightly winded from following him, manages to catch up.
”Where did you learn how to do that?” she yells up at him, some amount of awe apparent in her voice. It was impressive and she wonders if he’d ever consider teaching her some of the basics, though for now she doesn’t ask. Instead she just waits to see if he even wanted to talk to his unexpected audience.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
