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;
Weaver looks to where the girl points. She might be right, but Weaver had picked the ship she’d picked for a reason. Not necessarily because she thinks it’s a pirate ship, but simply to make a point. ”Perhaps, but what if they are chasing the pirate who stole their things?” Her only point is simply to make the girl see things in a different way. Not all things are as they appear, and those that know to look beneath the surface are the ones who survive. Not even just survive, but that is often where the best things are found.
She snorts slightly at the mention of Sunjata being a mermaid pirate, though she doesn’t correct the child. It’s a great image, and Weaver really can’t wait to see Sunjata and ask him about his mermaid tail. They would need something light in the midst of all the darkness. ”Well, he is very lucky to have a friend like you, I would think. Though no, I am not a mermaid pirate. I am not nearly so cool. I just serve drinks and food.” Which is true enough, though she doesn’t go into the details. The girl would probably be smart enough to figure out, at least a bit, what the Kraai was really a front for.
”Halo is way to the north. It is cold and snowy and icy there all year round. Not like here.” Weaver follows the girl’s gaze to the sky for a moment, wondering what it was like to be born of the gods and then thrust into the mortal world. She wonders why Safrin left her here, uncertain how any of that might work. Though of course, Weaver knows little of the gods for they do not care for her. ”Maybe one day you will be able to fly. It does sound fun,” she admits. Perhaps she has come to realize she would not trade her magic for anything, and yet, she still cannot help but be a little jealous of her brother.
She snorts slightly at the mention of Sunjata being a mermaid pirate, though she doesn’t correct the child. It’s a great image, and Weaver really can’t wait to see Sunjata and ask him about his mermaid tail. They would need something light in the midst of all the darkness. ”Well, he is very lucky to have a friend like you, I would think. Though no, I am not a mermaid pirate. I am not nearly so cool. I just serve drinks and food.” Which is true enough, though she doesn’t go into the details. The girl would probably be smart enough to figure out, at least a bit, what the Kraai was really a front for.
”Halo is way to the north. It is cold and snowy and icy there all year round. Not like here.” Weaver follows the girl’s gaze to the sky for a moment, wondering what it was like to be born of the gods and then thrust into the mortal world. She wonders why Safrin left her here, uncertain how any of that might work. Though of course, Weaver knows little of the gods for they do not care for her. ”Maybe one day you will be able to fly. It does sound fun,” she admits. Perhaps she has come to realize she would not trade her magic for anything, and yet, she still cannot help but be a little jealous of her brother.
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.
