if it doesn't burn a little
She doesn’t give him more crap for the dragon. It seems he’s learned his lesson well enough, though she does give him a bit of a smile. ”I don’t really mind Outlanders, but ya’ll do have a few things to learn about this place,” she says it in a teasing, lighthearted manner, even if it is true. Hell, even just the Grounders needed to learn a thing or two about Halo. They may have LongNight monsters, but Halo just had monsters all year round, and the worst possible weather to top it all off. They knew a thing or two about surviving.
”I am not a big fan of Zariah’s tactics, but…” she shrugs, because it is hard to argue with progress. Less than a season ago she could barely keep a candle going, and though she couldn’t create fire for long, at least now she could. ”Revenge?” she asks, curious as to why Zariah would care. She hasn’t heard who else was with him, after all, and didn’t even know a Launceleyn had been in the guild. Weaver really probably ought to learn to ask more questions before just signing on to things. Yet here she was, starting a bar with a near stranger and taking magical training lessons from a woman who threw a live ursur at her students.
”I am not a big fan of Zariah’s tactics, but…” she shrugs, because it is hard to argue with progress. Less than a season ago she could barely keep a candle going, and though she couldn’t create fire for long, at least now she could. ”Revenge?” she asks, curious as to why Zariah would care. She hasn’t heard who else was with him, after all, and didn’t even know a Launceleyn had been in the guild. Weaver really probably ought to learn to ask more questions before just signing on to things. Yet here she was, starting a bar with a near stranger and taking magical training lessons from a woman who threw a live ursur at her students.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
