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;
Well, that worked. The gravity pulse pins Weaver in place, and there’s little she can do as Seren beats against largely arms and chest, though sometimes her face too. It doesn’t necessarily hurt, but even still, the action would have been distracting and disorienting enough even without the gravity pulse that Seren might have escaped.
When she can move again, Weaver shakes the strange feel of the extra heavy gravity from her limbs, though she clearly looks pleased. ”Well, I think you’ve found a good use for making things heavier,” she says, taking a few steps toward Seren to make sure the girl is okay. ”Well done. Do you want to learn more, or is that enough for now?” Weaver won’t push, won’t ask the girl to strive past her limits. To do so is to scar her, potentially, and to scare her away from ever learning again. Certain things are best taken slowly. She sends another burst of healing toward Seren, helping her to regain some energy.
When she can move again, Weaver shakes the strange feel of the extra heavy gravity from her limbs, though she clearly looks pleased. ”Well, I think you’ve found a good use for making things heavier,” she says, taking a few steps toward Seren to make sure the girl is okay. ”Well done. Do you want to learn more, or is that enough for now?” Weaver won’t push, won’t ask the girl to strive past her limits. To do so is to scar her, potentially, and to scare her away from ever learning again. Certain things are best taken slowly. She sends another burst of healing toward Seren, helping her to regain some energy.
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.
