Weaver
Time is the substance from which I am made.
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
She chuckles, though it is a grim sound, at being asked about Zariah’s tactics. ”So the story has not made it all over Caido yet.” Plenty of people already knew. She recalls Jigano warning about the Academy to a new Abandoned, clearly unaware that Weaver had been one of the poor souls in that particular training. ”She took us to the roof of the Academy and set an ursur loose. It had some bells tied around its neck that we had to fetch with the use of only one basic magic. So I carried around a lantern and threw fucking sparks at it.” It seems like a safe bet Deimos would never try something similar. One, he’d have to get an ursur to the Grounds. Two, he’s not Zariah.
She considers his next question for a bit before answering. ”I do like it. I don’t know all the other students, but those I do know are good people and good mages. Willing to train and be taught. Zariah is helpful, but I suspect there will be just as much gained from simply spending time with others there. Or really any Abandoned,” she says, nodding vaguely in his direction. ”Though it happens to be easier to find them in a school of magic.” Not all of them were so willing to wear what they were on their sleeves.
She watches as he creates his own fire, concentrating but keeping his hands still. After a moment, she plucks a piece of fire from the small inferno he creates for no other reason than to see if she can, and because she feels like playing at being a thief. ”I haven’t quite figured out the limits of it yet. How far have you been able to push the magic?” How far. How big. She just wanted to know how destructive she could really be.
She considers his next question for a bit before answering. ”I do like it. I don’t know all the other students, but those I do know are good people and good mages. Willing to train and be taught. Zariah is helpful, but I suspect there will be just as much gained from simply spending time with others there. Or really any Abandoned,” she says, nodding vaguely in his direction. ”Though it happens to be easier to find them in a school of magic.” Not all of them were so willing to wear what they were on their sleeves.
She watches as he creates his own fire, concentrating but keeping his hands still. After a moment, she plucks a piece of fire from the small inferno he creates for no other reason than to see if she can, and because she feels like playing at being a thief. ”I haven’t quite figured out the limits of it yet. How far have you been able to push the magic?” How far. How big. She just wanted to know how destructive she could really be.
it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger;
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
