Don't use the N word

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

”Oh, that is a low blow Korbin,” she says, trying to sound offended though she is not. She is very aware of how she looks, and fat is not one of her problems. Is she a twig? No. But honestly, she’s really not trying to be a twig. If you can live in Halo and put on a little fat, you are clearly doing well for yourself.

She props herself up on her elbows, looking at him now as he stands in his own doorway. She pats the space beside her. They used to just lay here together, but now they stand on opposite sides of the room, some invisible wall thrown between them. ”I promised him secrets. Ones that don’t hurt Halo or us. Ones that pass through the doors of that bar. It’s a price I don’t mind paying for someone to supply decent liquor, which you know we can’t get here. And trying to find our own suppliers would have been a challenge, even for your charming self. You could meet Sunjata, you know. You might even like him.” Hell, maybe he’d even join the guild. That’s what she would love.

”Do you recall you were the one who suggested we go to the Grounds in the first place? I’m living, Korbin. And I am asking you to help me now. But no, I’m not asking for permission for something that means this much to me. I’m tired of hunting. I’m tired of barely making ends meet. I’m just tired, Korbin.” She sighs, flopping back onto the bed. She misses Erebor. She misses having help. And not that Korbin didn’t step up, he did, but she knows how he feels about hunting and she never asks him to go. She never asks him to do anything he doesn’t want to, unless she absolutely has to. And this time, for once, she just wants to do something for her. Was that so bad?

weaver

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