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;
He shifts the fire into something like The Fangs or Apopo, depending on how you looked at it. Still, the sight tugs at her, as if drawn to home. Even if it is a home made of fire and brimstone, rather than snow and ice. Her attention shifts though as he answers, considering what he says. ”Or perhaps some magics just need a kickstart,” she muses. Not that her life hadn’t been full of possible kickstarts, but she had never tried until the ursur was thrown in front of her with no other option but failure. Perhaps they needed to feel threatened in some important way to fully discover what they could do, though she’d found the healing magic without being personally threatened. Still, she had stabbed poor Saiden in the ribs…
She finally stands, stretching her arms above her head and leaning backward slightly. She can only go so far with the scythe where it is, but still, she is used to moving around the weapon. It has become such a part of her, and she moves in ways that accomodate for the long shaft and the curving blade. ”Ah,” she says, at the mention of the dragon and Sunjata’s quest. ”I heard no Halovians were consulted before you all attempted that. We may have saved you some trouble.” She gives him a bit of a wry grin, though it is half-hearted, because the advice is real. It is perhaps worth asking the locals before questing after things better left alone.
”Things are fine, I suppose. My brother is pissed at me, but the rest of my life seems to be going swimmingly.” Her tone is light, but she doesn’t manage to quite hide the pain that angering her brother causes. Yet, she refuses to stop living because he doesn’t want to.
She finally stands, stretching her arms above her head and leaning backward slightly. She can only go so far with the scythe where it is, but still, she is used to moving around the weapon. It has become such a part of her, and she moves in ways that accomodate for the long shaft and the curving blade. ”Ah,” she says, at the mention of the dragon and Sunjata’s quest. ”I heard no Halovians were consulted before you all attempted that. We may have saved you some trouble.” She gives him a bit of a wry grin, though it is half-hearted, because the advice is real. It is perhaps worth asking the locals before questing after things better left alone.
”Things are fine, I suppose. My brother is pissed at me, but the rest of my life seems to be going swimmingly.” Her tone is light, but she doesn’t manage to quite hide the pain that angering her brother causes. Yet, she refuses to stop living because he doesn’t want to.
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.
