She chuckles, shaking her legs slightly so the fabric swings. ”No, this is not very much fabric at all. In Halo you wear layers, and everything is thick and bulky, made of leather and wool and maybe some ningo feathers.” Here she just had on a thin pair of pants. She supposes she could have kept up with the leather, or something a little tighter, but honestly, she likes being comfortable and able to move. Her clothes are loose enough to provide some freedom, but not so loose as to get in the way.
”They can hear us?” she asks, though she keeps her voice low. The idea of fish listening to them has never actually crossed her mind. She begins to imagine an Attuned down there, eavesdropping on conversations with no one the wiser. Well, wouldn’t that be handy?
She listens as he talks of his childhood, and it sounds much like her own. Erebor and Weaver had both been old enough to raise each other when their parents passed, but they’d raised Korbin. And she could never quite stop raising Korbin, even though he no longer needed it. ”Perhaps the rest of your family is okay though?” she asks, looking for a silver lining. She doesn’t know what happened to his old land, but perhaps they were happy somewhere, if not here.
”They can hear us?” she asks, though she keeps her voice low. The idea of fish listening to them has never actually crossed her mind. She begins to imagine an Attuned down there, eavesdropping on conversations with no one the wiser. Well, wouldn’t that be handy?
She listens as he talks of his childhood, and it sounds much like her own. Erebor and Weaver had both been old enough to raise each other when their parents passed, but they’d raised Korbin. And she could never quite stop raising Korbin, even though he no longer needed it. ”Perhaps the rest of your family is okay though?” she asks, looking for a silver lining. She doesn’t know what happened to his old land, but perhaps they were happy somewhere, if not here.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
