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 at his joke, nodding in agreement. The flames continue to burn over the water, and she tugs at some of them, sending them up, up, up, to see how far she can make them go. ”No, it seems you cannot. But it is unfair to act as if us Naturals always do so much better.” Perhaps sometimes, but that didn’t mean they never made mistakes. They simply knew more, had been here longer, had the advantage of time and knowledge on their side. She could tell you not to mess with a dragon because she knew enough people who had done so and barely lived to tell the tale, if they lived at all. She could also tell you where to find one, if you still insisted, or led you through The Fangs better than any non-Halovian could.
The fire ceases to travel up, and she finds her magic stretched thin, though the distance is pretty reasonable. ”Do you find you can only be so far away from the flames?” she asks, curious if he too is limited by distance or if that is one more thing for her to master. The flames slowly sink back down into his inferno, and she drops the magic for a moment, smart enough to take breaks so she doesn’t tire.
She chuckles slightly, thinking of her brother. Out of habit, her hand reaches to resettle her braid over the scar on her chest, not that anyone could see it anyway. ”He’s rather mad I keep using the portals and traveling without him, and yet, is it my fault he will not come? He’s mad I accepted help from an Outlander to build a bar in Halo, even though it will be a stable and much safer life than hunting for a living. Honestly, I think he’s just mad that I’m living without him.” She pauses for a moment, knowing that is partially true and partially not. ”He’s scared of losing another family member. And I suppose I’m too damn selfish to sit still and play it safe for the rest of my life.” Maybe she isn’t a fool, but she wasn’t willing not to live simply because death was a possibility.
The fire ceases to travel up, and she finds her magic stretched thin, though the distance is pretty reasonable. ”Do you find you can only be so far away from the flames?” she asks, curious if he too is limited by distance or if that is one more thing for her to master. The flames slowly sink back down into his inferno, and she drops the magic for a moment, smart enough to take breaks so she doesn’t tire.
She chuckles slightly, thinking of her brother. Out of habit, her hand reaches to resettle her braid over the scar on her chest, not that anyone could see it anyway. ”He’s rather mad I keep using the portals and traveling without him, and yet, is it my fault he will not come? He’s mad I accepted help from an Outlander to build a bar in Halo, even though it will be a stable and much safer life than hunting for a living. Honestly, I think he’s just mad that I’m living without him.” She pauses for a moment, knowing that is partially true and partially not. ”He’s scared of losing another family member. And I suppose I’m too damn selfish to sit still and play it safe for the rest of my life.” Maybe she isn’t a fool, but she wasn’t willing not to live simply because death was a possibility.
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.
