She can’t help but chuckle a bit at the possessive reaction, but Weaver throws up her hands and give Maea a wink. The fire jerks slightly with the motion before she remembers to put it down, letting the flames she’d been playing with sputter out. Good thing she’s not close to Maea or prone to explosive magically discoveries. ”All yours, promise.”
She listens as Maea explains, nodding slightly. ”A better way to put it,” she concedes, having of course meant that he was easy to love, by too many people. That would be the part that made it hard. ”That is the problem though, I suspect. Being too easy to love, and, I’m guessing on his part, a little prone to enjoying pretty faces.”
She nods again as Maea points out the name is Korofi. ”Raven,” she says, shifting around so her back is facing Maea. Weaver tugs her clothing out of the way as best she can, revealing one of the ravens tattooed across her shoulder. There are two more, one for each lost family member, though it’s impossible to display them all while clothed. ”A bit of his influence, a bit of mine.” It was all very poetic, she supposes.
Her eyebrows raise slightly at the mention of the guild. ”I’m not sure who’s planning to help other than Sunjata, so we may need help anyway. Or I may just override him and ask for a woman’s touch on some things. I don’t think he’ll argue too much.” She winks slightly, unsure what sort of help they might need or not. They’d know soon, though. To be honest, she doesn’t even know everyone who is in the guild yet, but that too would change when they met.
”I’ve been a hunter all my life. It’s good work in Halo, but it’s dangerous as hell. I spend enough free time in bars that I know my way around one, and it’s a steady and safer occupation. It was hard to say no.” It was the sort of thing Korbin could easily work with her, turning it into a small family operation. It gave her a stability she has never even dreamed of knowing.
She listens as Maea explains, nodding slightly. ”A better way to put it,” she concedes, having of course meant that he was easy to love, by too many people. That would be the part that made it hard. ”That is the problem though, I suspect. Being too easy to love, and, I’m guessing on his part, a little prone to enjoying pretty faces.”
She nods again as Maea points out the name is Korofi. ”Raven,” she says, shifting around so her back is facing Maea. Weaver tugs her clothing out of the way as best she can, revealing one of the ravens tattooed across her shoulder. There are two more, one for each lost family member, though it’s impossible to display them all while clothed. ”A bit of his influence, a bit of mine.” It was all very poetic, she supposes.
Her eyebrows raise slightly at the mention of the guild. ”I’m not sure who’s planning to help other than Sunjata, so we may need help anyway. Or I may just override him and ask for a woman’s touch on some things. I don’t think he’ll argue too much.” She winks slightly, unsure what sort of help they might need or not. They’d know soon, though. To be honest, she doesn’t even know everyone who is in the guild yet, but that too would change when they met.
”I’ve been a hunter all my life. It’s good work in Halo, but it’s dangerous as hell. I spend enough free time in bars that I know my way around one, and it’s a steady and safer occupation. It was hard to say no.” It was the sort of thing Korbin could easily work with her, turning it into a small family operation. It gave her a stability she has never even dreamed of knowing.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
