if it doesn't burn a little
Weaver isn’t particularly upset that the other woman chooses to stand. She did her civic duty by offering, or whatever you want to call it. After that, what someone else chose to do was no skin off her back one way or another. If she wanted to be cold and away from the fire, sobeit. Weaver had the luxury of both the fire and cold resistance. Maybe the Fae did too, or maybe they just weren’t bothered by extreme temps in general. Honestly she knows so little about them that all of those things could be possible.
Weaver nods at her words. ”True enough,” she concedes. ”Though I’d argue murder and death by urusr aren’t quite the same.” She says it halfheartedly, though. Even if they aren’t the same, that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t like her brother back. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t wish death wasn’t normal.
”An ursur is the sort of creature you never want to meet,” she says, almost amused, but the warning is true enough. ”Vicious, large woolly bears with long, serrated tusks. Nasty things. Hurt like fucking hell, a pain in the ass to kill, slightly easier to run away from but not much. Though they can’t fly, lucky for you.” Her and Erebor were not so lucky, though. ”Honestly this place is full of shit trying to eat you, though they are the most common. Along with luxere, which at least don’t usually try to get you dead.”
Weaver nods at her words. ”True enough,” she concedes. ”Though I’d argue murder and death by urusr aren’t quite the same.” She says it halfheartedly, though. Even if they aren’t the same, that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t like her brother back. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t wish death wasn’t normal.
”An ursur is the sort of creature you never want to meet,” she says, almost amused, but the warning is true enough. ”Vicious, large woolly bears with long, serrated tusks. Nasty things. Hurt like fucking hell, a pain in the ass to kill, slightly easier to run away from but not much. Though they can’t fly, lucky for you.” Her and Erebor were not so lucky, though. ”Honestly this place is full of shit trying to eat you, though they are the most common. Along with luxere, which at least don’t usually try to get you dead.”
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
