This is not really what she expected, to end up playing hide and seek with a God. After all, she is used to them simply hiding from her. As some jump into the game, Weaver stands back, watching for a little while. Eventually she begins to search though, making her way into the crowd and looking for the god.
Her attempts are, admittedly, half-hearted. There are others who seem to look in earnest, perhaps because they believe the god is likely to be found by them. Whereas Weaver assumes that like her many shrine visits, the god will stay invisible to her.
Though he did manage to always take the toys she brought. With that thought in mind, she pulls the little toy boat out of her pack and sits it down in the sand in front of her and just waits, sitting herself down in the sand with it. Maybe he’d come for the gift. Or probably he’d never show himself and just snatch it up, but that was fine. She’d brought it for him, after all.
Her attempts are, admittedly, half-hearted. There are others who seem to look in earnest, perhaps because they believe the god is likely to be found by them. Whereas Weaver assumes that like her many shrine visits, the god will stay invisible to her.
Though he did manage to always take the toys she brought. With that thought in mind, she pulls the little toy boat out of her pack and sits it down in the sand in front of her and just waits, sitting herself down in the sand with it. Maybe he’d come for the gift. Or probably he’d never show himself and just snatch it up, but that was fine. She’d brought it for him, after all.
weaver
-- kiss you like a whiskey fire --
