[PQ] color of rust

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

”As well as can be expected,” she says, giving Loren a slight nod. ”You?” she asks, knowing that yet more grief heaped upon his already raw heart was the last thing Loren needed. And yet, this was Caido. Death was what they knew, here.

Though she goes through the motions of patching the holes, her mind is elsewhere. It is in the Kraai, or really, a future finished version of the Kraai. She imagines her and Maea bent over a notebook full of recipes, deciding which to make and how to tweak them. She imagines them tasting the creations, some good, some not so good, as they gossiped about life.

She imagines all the moments that will never happen.

Her mind drifts so substantially that she loses the hammer. It flies out of her hand and skitters into the far corner, which is dark and shadowed. She sighs, standing up and letting a small flame flicker to life in her outstretched palm so she can see in order to retrieve the tool. Some part of her just wants to let it go, lose the hammer in the corner of the prison, but she would never really be so wasteful. So she makes her way into the corner, sending the little flame ahead of her to light her way.

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Weaver lights a small little fire and takes it to the corner so she can hopefully see whatever is about to eat her...

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden