if it doesn't burn a little
”Oh?” she asks, curiosity in the question. ”Would you be willing to share the story?’ she continues, but the question leaves room for the other to say no. She can understand that some prefer not to relive bad memories. Though Weaver collects stories and information so she asks. Besides, she does truly want to know, and the question is genuine.
”Mostly just ursurs and wolves and the like. I’ve seen a dragon, once, though never a white dragon. And to be perfectly honest, my hunting group and I turned tail and left. We weren’t about to go after a dragon.” She shrugs. Perhaps it would be seen as cowardice, but really, it was just good sense. Odds are not typically in your favor when facing a dragon, and you generally just consider yourself lucky to live. They could find food in far easier forms to kill. ”We use traps a lot. It’s cold and no one wants to sit out in the tundra and wait for something to pass by if we don’t have to. Sometimes we’ll see something and choose to fight instead though.” Or sometimes an ursur would spring up on you from a blizzard.
”Mostly just ursurs and wolves and the like. I’ve seen a dragon, once, though never a white dragon. And to be perfectly honest, my hunting group and I turned tail and left. We weren’t about to go after a dragon.” She shrugs. Perhaps it would be seen as cowardice, but really, it was just good sense. Odds are not typically in your favor when facing a dragon, and you generally just consider yourself lucky to live. They could find food in far easier forms to kill. ”We use traps a lot. It’s cold and no one wants to sit out in the tundra and wait for something to pass by if we don’t have to. Sometimes we’ll see something and choose to fight instead though.” Or sometimes an ursur would spring up on you from a blizzard.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
