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 chuckles slightly as the little fists beat somewhat helplessly against her. Her smile is kind though, and she steps back for a moment. ”I know I’m not a scary monster, but if someone really wanted to hurt you, it’d be easier.” Weaver remembers when she first started learning to fight, and she’d felt similarly. Though she enjoyed a good spar now, the simple exertion of her body in that way, she would never enjoy true fighting. But she would do it, because sometimes the lives of good people depending on it.
”I want you to imagine I am someone else. Someone who wants to hurt you, or maybe someone you love.” The latter always works better for Weaver. After all, she’d been shaped by a life caring for her little brother. ”Another thing you can try is stomping on my foot, particularly right by the ankle where it’s tender.” Weaver’s boots were designed to protect against such things, but she would feel it well enough to pretend if it hurt. Torchliners probably wore far less substantial footwear.
”Okay, I’m going to try and grab you again, and I want you to escape.” This time she doesn’t take it easy, but she lunges, using speed to hopefully startle the girl into reaction. Sometimes you just needed to let instinct take over.
”I want you to imagine I am someone else. Someone who wants to hurt you, or maybe someone you love.” The latter always works better for Weaver. After all, she’d been shaped by a life caring for her little brother. ”Another thing you can try is stomping on my foot, particularly right by the ankle where it’s tender.” Weaver’s boots were designed to protect against such things, but she would feel it well enough to pretend if it hurt. Torchliners probably wore far less substantial footwear.
”Okay, I’m going to try and grab you again, and I want you to escape.” This time she doesn’t take it easy, but she lunges, using speed to hopefully startle the girl into reaction. Sometimes you just needed to let instinct take over.
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.
