down to the waters we will run (open)

Color her curious. It is clear he’s got something entertaining in mind, and she’s always up for a new adventure. It’s the sort of thing that’s probably going to get her killed one of these days, but at least she’ll go out doing something epic (hopefully). He stands, all muscle and grace, and though she’s pretty sure he’s not interested in her that doesn’t mean she doesn’t appreciate the look of him, the ripple of muscle beneath skin.

She sits, wrapping an arm around one bent knee, watching as he whistles to the nearby birds. Hels, something she has not heard of and cannot recall a fairy story that might even fit the bill. There were plenty of fairy stories and tall tales suddenly coming true with the portals opened, but walking on water wasn’t something they really talked about in Halo. They just talked about learning how to tell where the ice was too thin to tread.

As he talks, one bird now perched on his arm, he walks backward and on to the water. Her smile turns to a broad, excited grin. Weaver gets to her feet with a slight bounce, sticks out an arm, and looks between him and the bird. ”So how do you get it to jump on your arm?” she asks, wondering if it was magic or luck, or a little bit of both. Because she absolutely wants to come play.

weaver

-- kiss you like a whiskey fire --