She chuckles as he admits it was a pride issue, and gives him a bit of a nod. ”Well, that does make sense,” she says, giving him a teasing grin and a slightly playful nudge with her elbow. It was the sort of thing she’d probably do too, though not so far as to actually get married. Weaver would rather take a hit to her pride than be forced into marriage. Though she certainly doesn’t strike anyone as the marrying type, and she doesn’t seem to attract love quite the way he does.
The rain pounds on them but the path is open and clear before them. Weaver has no reason to stay in this place, and she does actually try to respect the Fae enough to generally stay out of their home and business more than is necessary. ”Sounds like a nice place to take up residence,” she says, storing the information away in case she needs it later.
For now though, she is back to Halo for the foreseeable future to get this bar up and running. Torchline would have to wait. ”I’ll get working on the details and I’ll see you soon. You’ve got an empire to build.” She gives him a wink, tugging on her hood to make sure it’s in place. ”Are you heading back to Torchline now?”
The rain pounds on them but the path is open and clear before them. Weaver has no reason to stay in this place, and she does actually try to respect the Fae enough to generally stay out of their home and business more than is necessary. ”Sounds like a nice place to take up residence,” she says, storing the information away in case she needs it later.
For now though, she is back to Halo for the foreseeable future to get this bar up and running. Torchline would have to wait. ”I’ll get working on the details and I’ll see you soon. You’ve got an empire to build.” She gives him a wink, tugging on her hood to make sure it’s in place. ”Are you heading back to Torchline now?”
weaver
-- kiss you like a whiskey fire --
