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 smiles slightly at the questions Seren asks. They are good questions, and Weaver can’t answer them all, but the prompt worked to get her mind spinning. This was the sort of thing her mother would do all the time, challenge the preconceptions that her children had and teach them to consider all the options. ”Would you be mad, if someone stole your things?” she asks, letting the girl think about it for herself.
”They will probably fight, as things often come to fighting.” It was a shame, really. She knew how to fight, but still, she would have enjoyed a world of peace. Weaver takes a small dagger from her waist. It is a thin thing, the blade short, almost child-sized. She holds the blade out for Seren to see. ”What do you know of fighting?” she asks, pausing a moment to let the girl answer.
”I cannot answer your other questions so easily. It is, in theory, wrong to steal from others. Yet, if you are starving, is it wrong to take food you need? Some would say yes, though I find I am not sure. To steal back is still to steal, yet it was yours in the first place. The world is often full of unclear answers.” Weaver gives the truth, unwilling to dumb something down for the child or make it more friendly. Children are smart, they deserve the truth, and they deserve to learn what the world will throw at them. Perhaps not all at once, and with just a bit of a candy coating when it can be helped, but only a bit.
She smiles as the girl asks about coming to Halo. ”Of course you can, if you father will bring you. You should not travel alone. Not yet, anyway. It is dangerous everywhere, but particularly from the portal in Halo to the Citadel. It is a long and cold journey, and I would not want you to get hurt.”
Weaver chuckles as the girl says she is not a pirate yet, her smile warm. ”Why do you wish to be a pirate?” she asks, curious what the girl thinks she knows of them. It is not a bad thing to be, necessarily. Many of them were pirates, in one way or another, though not all sailed the seas and stole treasure in the form of gold. Some served drinks and stole information.
”Oh?” she says, gaze settling on the blue-eyed girl for a moment. ”May I ask what your trick is?”
”They will probably fight, as things often come to fighting.” It was a shame, really. She knew how to fight, but still, she would have enjoyed a world of peace. Weaver takes a small dagger from her waist. It is a thin thing, the blade short, almost child-sized. She holds the blade out for Seren to see. ”What do you know of fighting?” she asks, pausing a moment to let the girl answer.
”I cannot answer your other questions so easily. It is, in theory, wrong to steal from others. Yet, if you are starving, is it wrong to take food you need? Some would say yes, though I find I am not sure. To steal back is still to steal, yet it was yours in the first place. The world is often full of unclear answers.” Weaver gives the truth, unwilling to dumb something down for the child or make it more friendly. Children are smart, they deserve the truth, and they deserve to learn what the world will throw at them. Perhaps not all at once, and with just a bit of a candy coating when it can be helped, but only a bit.
She smiles as the girl asks about coming to Halo. ”Of course you can, if you father will bring you. You should not travel alone. Not yet, anyway. It is dangerous everywhere, but particularly from the portal in Halo to the Citadel. It is a long and cold journey, and I would not want you to get hurt.”
Weaver chuckles as the girl says she is not a pirate yet, her smile warm. ”Why do you wish to be a pirate?” she asks, curious what the girl thinks she knows of them. It is not a bad thing to be, necessarily. Many of them were pirates, in one way or another, though not all sailed the seas and stole treasure in the form of gold. Some served drinks and stole information.
”Oh?” she says, gaze settling on the blue-eyed girl for a moment. ”May I ask what your trick is?”
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.
