are the spirits listening

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

Weaver might not have tried to so obviously make a friend if it were not for Maea. Normally she just waited to see what happened, finding that some conversations clicked and some did not. But Maea had liked Delphia, and though Weaver was certainly not Maea, perhaps there was some common ground to be found. Or at the very least, perhaps they could be allies as the need arose.

Weaver nods at the question. ”I have. Once in Torchline, when it appeared to simply play games with those gathered. Games are not my strong suit,” unless they were drinking games, though that didn’t really need to be included here, ”but it was enjoyable, and there was something like childish innocence in it.” It could mean Ludo, the games, the whole afternoon. The statement was accurate of all three. ”And then once when I went to pray. Less childish then, though certainly still playful. I find I rather like Ludo and its way of being.” Which she couldn’t quite get into words well, but hopefully Delphia would understand her. ”Do you know your father’s herald?” she asks, not really sure how that works. Perhaps there is no need to know the herald when the god will attend to you.

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden