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 the mention of trials. ”Maybe we will uncover a place that doesn’t want to kill us. Gods, would we even know what to do with that?” It is a joke, though there is some deep seated truth in it. Would they be content, if life were easy? Would they be content, if there wasn’t something to fight, something to rail against? Or would they do as humans are wont to do and make their own trials and tribulations?
As he says that his family is gone, her little baby dragon disappears, dissipating into nothing as if it never existed. He mentions friends and loved ones though, and she nods, understanding what it is like. Particularly as the portals open and new faces come into Halo, she finds her tiny definition of family growing to include others. Not family by blood, but family all the same. ”And was there someone special enough to get that pendant I gave you?” she asks, her voice just a little sly, curious not so much about the pendant but more about who he might have given it to.
As he says that his family is gone, her little baby dragon disappears, dissipating into nothing as if it never existed. He mentions friends and loved ones though, and she nods, understanding what it is like. Particularly as the portals open and new faces come into Halo, she finds her tiny definition of family growing to include others. Not family by blood, but family all the same. ”And was there someone special enough to get that pendant I gave you?” she asks, her voice just a little sly, curious not so much about the pendant but more about who he might have given it 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.
