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 only chuckles, amusement crinkling the corner of her eyes. ”Yes, I thought you might dislike that.” She truly cannot imagine him being forced into it, though she wonders if no Grounders have such traditions. Perhaps it was only a Halo thing, to celebrate as such. Then again, they live in a place with so little cause for celebration that any excuse was a good one. Maybe that’s all it really was for them, an excuse for something good, for something wild and fun and reckless. Those were not things they enjoyed often.
She shakes her head at the mention of the reception though. ”Doubtful. The stag do is for wild debauchery. The wedding and the reception are for the bride and groom, though mostly the bride. It is a time for polite celebration instead.” Someone, or many someone’s, often ended up drunk, but not always. Weaver was usually reasonably well behaved at things such as weddings simply because she wanted to make sure the spotlight stayed on whom it belonged and not some drunken idiot.
She shakes her head at the mention of the reception though. ”Doubtful. The stag do is for wild debauchery. The wedding and the reception are for the bride and groom, though mostly the bride. It is a time for polite celebration instead.” Someone, or many someone’s, often ended up drunk, but not always. Weaver was usually reasonably well behaved at things such as weddings simply because she wanted to make sure the spotlight stayed on whom it belonged and not some drunken idiot.
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.
