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;
”That does sound like Loren,” she muses. He was rather self-deprecating, in that way, though she doesn’t doubt there’s truth there. She doesn’t know the story, but she cannot imagine he was lying to Seren. ”Though it is possible to be a healer and still hurt people. It is possible to be both unkind and kind. We are never just one thing. You will figure that out, as you grow up. It is very annoying, but life is rarely so simple as black and white.”
The girl’s previously happy mouth is not so happy now. Weaver finds she hates it, to see the concerned and uncertain downward curve of her pretty lips. Yet she will not keep the truth from the girl, as that would be too much a disservice in the name of fleeting happiness. ”Some no larger than Sugar, but some nearly as large as the ships in the harbor.” Not that she has ever actually seen a dragon, except once from a distance, but she doesn’t doubt that they are nearly as large as other hunters have told her. They might exaggerate some, but never so much as to be untruthful.
The girl’s previously happy mouth is not so happy now. Weaver finds she hates it, to see the concerned and uncertain downward curve of her pretty lips. Yet she will not keep the truth from the girl, as that would be too much a disservice in the name of fleeting happiness. ”Some no larger than Sugar, but some nearly as large as the ships in the harbor.” Not that she has ever actually seen a dragon, except once from a distance, but she doesn’t doubt that they are nearly as large as other hunters have told her. They might exaggerate some, but never so much as to be untruthful.
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.
