”I think that sounds great,” she says, and she can’t help but imagine the two of them at the Kraai, a fire in the background, hunched over the notebook or playing with the supply of alcohol. Good alcohol, at that. It’s a future she never once dreamed of, full of luxury and pleasure. How strange to think it could be reality. ”It sounds like a nice excuse to hang out and drink,” she says with a chuckle and a wink. As if they needed an excuse.
Weaver listens as Maea adds to the speculation, aware of the pair of them. One made of lightness, pale and white haired. Another made of darkness, still pale but dark haired. Yin and yang, angel and demon. Spirit and reaper.
Weaver looks up slightly at the mention of Mort’s daughter. ”Oh?” she says, clearly interested. ”I admit I would be curious. Entirely selfish reasons, because I always wonder what exactly happened to my family. And Ludo and Mort have never actually answered me. Though Ludo always takes the toys..”
Weaver listens as Maea adds to the speculation, aware of the pair of them. One made of lightness, pale and white haired. Another made of darkness, still pale but dark haired. Yin and yang, angel and demon. Spirit and reaper.
Weaver looks up slightly at the mention of Mort’s daughter. ”Oh?” she says, clearly interested. ”I admit I would be curious. Entirely selfish reasons, because I always wonder what exactly happened to my family. And Ludo and Mort have never actually answered me. Though Ludo always takes the toys..”
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
