Weaver drops the fire at the sound of a voice. She’d been so excited, so enraptured by her own pathetic skill, she hadn’t even heard the sound of approaching footsteps in the snow. Internally she scolds herself, knowing better. Never let your guard down,” she thinks, though the voice in her head is her mother’s and Erebor’s both. Even in death, they manage to scold her regularly.
Calling a bit of the fire to her hand, just in case, Weaver turns to see who has come to join her. The face is one she knows though, and Weaver drops the fire to sizzle out in the snow. ”Maea,” she says, a pleasant smile on her face. ”Sure. I’d love to.” Behind her, the fire crackles and pops like a normal fire, eating away through the log she’d caught it on. The lantern burns easily though, and Weaver is not concerned about using up one log.
”Do you come out here often to train?’” she asks, curious if this is a popular training spot or just today. It does seem like a good place to do so, a place where she cannot accidentally burn her house down or anyone else for that matter. She’s never really had enough magic to actually need a place away from town to practice and it’s strange to consider that she might now. Weaver takes a step to the side, as if inviting Maea to join her, even though there was plenty of room. She gestures with her hands spread a bit, encouraging the other mage to show off.
Calling a bit of the fire to her hand, just in case, Weaver turns to see who has come to join her. The face is one she knows though, and Weaver drops the fire to sizzle out in the snow. ”Maea,” she says, a pleasant smile on her face. ”Sure. I’d love to.” Behind her, the fire crackles and pops like a normal fire, eating away through the log she’d caught it on. The lantern burns easily though, and Weaver is not concerned about using up one log.
”Do you come out here often to train?’” she asks, curious if this is a popular training spot or just today. It does seem like a good place to do so, a place where she cannot accidentally burn her house down or anyone else for that matter. She’s never really had enough magic to actually need a place away from town to practice and it’s strange to consider that she might now. Weaver takes a step to the side, as if inviting Maea to join her, even though there was plenty of room. She gestures with her hands spread a bit, encouraging the other mage to show off.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
