He probably ought to be secure. Anyone who could dart along buildings like that had a pretty good chance of escape, given that any average person couldn’t follow. His biggest enemy would likely be an air manipulator, a skill that Weaver lacked, though she might be capable of chucking some fire at him one of these days (not that she had any such intentions). He looks down at her before leaping from the building, performing yet another death defying display. Despite the fact he’s clearly showing off (maybe she appreciates a show off), she gives him an appraising and impressed look as he lands.
She takes his hand, giving it a firm shake, noting the calluses on his hands which she assumes come from flipping on and off rooftops. Her own were covered in the calluses that come from years of fighting, skinning animals, and generally growing up with two brothers. An acrobat?” she asks, having an idea of what that might be but only inasmuch as one might know what cake tastes like having never actually had it. ”I take it you are not from around here? I admit I don’t know the Grounds that well, but I don’t think they have acrobats…” What would be the point, when you were busy just trying to survive and not get eaten by monsters?
”I’m Weaver. And that is impressive. And probably useful.” A compliment. Actually two, given without even being tucked away in some usual Weaver-like sarcasm. Such a skill did not deserve sarcasm. ”Have you ever taught anyone?” She raises her brows slightly, selfishly curious.
She takes his hand, giving it a firm shake, noting the calluses on his hands which she assumes come from flipping on and off rooftops. Her own were covered in the calluses that come from years of fighting, skinning animals, and generally growing up with two brothers. An acrobat?” she asks, having an idea of what that might be but only inasmuch as one might know what cake tastes like having never actually had it. ”I take it you are not from around here? I admit I don’t know the Grounds that well, but I don’t think they have acrobats…” What would be the point, when you were busy just trying to survive and not get eaten by monsters?
”I’m Weaver. And that is impressive. And probably useful.” A compliment. Actually two, given without even being tucked away in some usual Weaver-like sarcasm. Such a skill did not deserve sarcasm. ”Have you ever taught anyone?” She raises her brows slightly, selfishly curious.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
