Weaver’s hand stills in her painting, finding that the lantern seems reasonably well decorated. It is a simple thing, but still pretty, and fitting enough for a father who never shone brighter than those around him. He may not have been her biological father, but she could not forget him during Leafchange. He taught her to hunt, to fight, and treated her no differently than he treated either of her brothers, both of whom were his.
Putting the brush down for a moment, Weaver turns her attention to Morgan as she speaks. ”Perhaps you have less to teach, but you look young enough. I would imagine that will change, given time.” Though some part of her wonders if they ever feel as capable as they remember their parents being. She always felt too young, too naive, too foolish. Even as she grew and these things became less true, her memory of her parents was a shiny, spotless thing, washed smooth and shining against the tide of time. They always knew what she did not.
Weaver nods at the guess, noting how Morgan can actually put such things together, as most Halovians Naturals could. ”I am. My father and older brother taught me how, and I joined them even before when I did not need to. My younger brother, Korbin, does most of our trading. His face is likely more familiar to you than mine.” Weaver spends little time in the streets of the Citadel, at least until recently. ”Though I have been working on opening a bar, so perhaps I will actually be around more.” She nods in its general direction. Not a lot happened in Halo, so rumor of the Kraai had spread quickly, though not everyone knew of it yet.
Putting the brush down for a moment, Weaver turns her attention to Morgan as she speaks. ”Perhaps you have less to teach, but you look young enough. I would imagine that will change, given time.” Though some part of her wonders if they ever feel as capable as they remember their parents being. She always felt too young, too naive, too foolish. Even as she grew and these things became less true, her memory of her parents was a shiny, spotless thing, washed smooth and shining against the tide of time. They always knew what she did not.
Weaver nods at the guess, noting how Morgan can actually put such things together, as most Halovians Naturals could. ”I am. My father and older brother taught me how, and I joined them even before when I did not need to. My younger brother, Korbin, does most of our trading. His face is likely more familiar to you than mine.” Weaver spends little time in the streets of the Citadel, at least until recently. ”Though I have been working on opening a bar, so perhaps I will actually be around more.” She nods in its general direction. Not a lot happened in Halo, so rumor of the Kraai had spread quickly, though not everyone knew of it yet.
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-- kiss you like a whiskey fire --
