are the spirits listening

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

Perhaps it does get colder, though even if Weaver was in tune with the spirits enough to feel it, the magic in her veins keeps her from noticing. She is only aware of the breeze as it rustles through the trees, but she does not know if it is from the spirits or simply from mother nature.

It takes time for Delphia to find her, but not so long as to be annoying. The spirits do their job well, it seems. ”I’m Weaver,” she offers, giving the other woman a nod. She is willing to rest in the assumption she has found Delphia, because who else would have come at such a strange calling? ”I was hoping to find out what happened to Maea. I saw the note, but...it did not give details, just goodbyes.”

It will change nothing, to know the details. Weaver already knows this. She is no stranger to death, to living in the wake of those taken to Mort’s realm. But still, Weaver wants to know if her friend suffered or if she found peace in the passing. It will calm the unknown, churning questions, if nothing else.

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden