Weaver nods at the statement. It seemed like a good compromise. She did not trust Zariah, given all she had heard. Yet at the same time, Weaver was open minded, and she was willing to give a second chance. Perhaps Zariah was not quite the same woman who’d once called the Grounds home. Perhaps she had different intentions, different tactics now. It certainly seemed that way.
”It would go a long way,” she concedes easily enough. It is a start to actually getting to know the Archmage. ”I would like to know who you are, other than simply appointed and trusted by a man I’ve never met.” It is not everything, but it is something, and she does not expect to be given everything. She also doesn’t expect to find much pity in pointing out that dying by ursur tusk is rather a large fear of hers, so keeps that bit quiet. In the end, she wants to know who the other woman is more than she cares about her pain.
”It would go a long way,” she concedes easily enough. It is a start to actually getting to know the Archmage. ”I would like to know who you are, other than simply appointed and trusted by a man I’ve never met.” It is not everything, but it is something, and she does not expect to be given everything. She also doesn’t expect to find much pity in pointing out that dying by ursur tusk is rather a large fear of hers, so keeps that bit quiet. In the end, she wants to know who the other woman is more than she cares about her pain.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
