The impressed look she gives him is high praise. It’s not something she gives out lightly, and the concept of cheering and clapping doesn’t cross her mind. Not that she wouldn’t, necessarily, but it feels very un-Weaver-like. Like him, she appraises, her gaze interested but not necessarily objectifying, and she doesn’t shy away from his matching look. She’s rather used to being both appraised and objectified, usually in the same glance, that neither bothers her much. Not that everyone had a taste for her, but certainly enough, and she wasn’t fool enough not to realize she’s attractive. On the contrary, her looks are often as much a weapon as the scythe, so long as she knows when to wield it.
She nods as he says Outlander, confirming that was indeed the word, what all the Naturals called those pulled in from other worlds by The Voice. She finds the idea of other worlds fascinating, and while she knows most Naturals are not happy with the Outlanders, Weaver feels for them. To be ripped from their home and thrown into the hell that was Caido was no small thing.
”Entertainment, then? It would be wonderful to watch, I’m sure. Did you enjoy it?” It doesn’t seem all that weird to her to do death defying things, but of course, she lived in Halo which in and of itself was a death-defying feat. ”Halo. We’ve never been able to leave really, so when the portal opened my curiosity got the better of me eventually.” She shrugs. Curiosity killed the cat, and she was definitely the cat. ”If you ever want a Halo tour guide though, I am pretty good at it,” she offers, having extended the offer to a few Grounders she’s met. Extend a friendly hand, gain a few friends or allies, perhaps. Or simply a bit of information in return.
He brightens at the compliment and then talks of having taught others. She grins, excitement showing in her features now. ”You fight, too? But yes, I would love to learn if you are willing.” He just keeps getting more interesting, it seems.
She nods as he says Outlander, confirming that was indeed the word, what all the Naturals called those pulled in from other worlds by The Voice. She finds the idea of other worlds fascinating, and while she knows most Naturals are not happy with the Outlanders, Weaver feels for them. To be ripped from their home and thrown into the hell that was Caido was no small thing.
”Entertainment, then? It would be wonderful to watch, I’m sure. Did you enjoy it?” It doesn’t seem all that weird to her to do death defying things, but of course, she lived in Halo which in and of itself was a death-defying feat. ”Halo. We’ve never been able to leave really, so when the portal opened my curiosity got the better of me eventually.” She shrugs. Curiosity killed the cat, and she was definitely the cat. ”If you ever want a Halo tour guide though, I am pretty good at it,” she offers, having extended the offer to a few Grounders she’s met. Extend a friendly hand, gain a few friends or allies, perhaps. Or simply a bit of information in return.
He brightens at the compliment and then talks of having taught others. She grins, excitement showing in her features now. ”You fight, too? But yes, I would love to learn if you are willing.” He just keeps getting more interesting, it seems.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
