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;
The girl plops onto the ground, and Weaver slides off the rock to join the girl. Removing her scythe, she props it against the rock, and then lays down. The sky is blue above them, dotted with some various clouds. It feels like a luxury to lay on the ground and watch the clouds float by. It is rare to see blue sky in Halo, and you don’t exactly spend time laying in the snow.
”No, that doesn’t seem as fun,” she says, agreeing that making things heavier would be less appealing. ”I am not sure if it will work, but I may be able to help your fatigue, if you’ll let me?” she asks, curious if the healing magic could restore a little bit of energy. She hasn’t really figured out what that particular trick can do, and she’s not very good with it yet, but still, even some basic healing was useful.
”No, that doesn’t seem as fun,” she says, agreeing that making things heavier would be less appealing. ”I am not sure if it will work, but I may be able to help your fatigue, if you’ll let me?” she asks, curious if the healing magic could restore a little bit of energy. She hasn’t really figured out what that particular trick can do, and she’s not very good with it yet, but still, even some basic healing was useful.
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.
