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;
”I will come back and teach you more, after Deepfrost,” she says, sticking out a pinky in what is a pinky-promise sort of gesture. She’s not sure if the girl will know that or not yet, but she can explain if needed. ”Fighting gets more fun when you get a little bigger and stronger, and once you get used to getting punched. A lot of fighting is learning to take the hit and get back up, anyway. Which really hurts at first,” she says with a chuckle, but she points to a scar on her hand that she’d gotten punching her brother and hitting his belt instead. ”You get some cool scars too. Also, some stupid ones.”
Weaver nods, not really caring so much to meet her father, but wanting to walk Seren home. If that meant meeting Ronin, well, she didn’t necessarily mind. She’d heard enough about the man that she was curious, if nothing else. ”Sure. Lead the way,” she says, putting Seren down so she can in fact, actually lead.
Weaver nods, not really caring so much to meet her father, but wanting to walk Seren home. If that meant meeting Ronin, well, she didn’t necessarily mind. She’d heard enough about the man that she was curious, if nothing else. ”Sure. Lead the way,” she says, putting Seren down so she can in fact, actually lead.
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.
