if it doesn't burn a little
She chuckles with a bit more mirth behind it. ”Ah yes, Loren surrounded by his sheep. I can see it,” she says, giving him a slight wink. It might not be a bad life. Find somewhere with some grass, start a small farm. Rise in the mornings and live a quiet life with the sheep and the cows. There’s something almost tantalizing about the thought, right about now.
Though as the topic shifts and he replies, looking rather sheepish himself (haha, punny), Weaver brings himself slightly closer to him. ”Well, I can think of one human who likes you. And I’m way better than a sheep.” She gives him a warm grin, not shying away from the truth. She does like him. What that means exactly is entirely uncertain, on the other hand. Weaver isn’t the sort of girl to have expectations, and she isn’t the sort of girl who does heartbreak either. No, she’s simply the sort of girl who rolls with life as it comes, and wishes for happiness for those she cares about.
Her smile widens at the mention of Sunjata’s birthday, and there’s something pleasantly devilish about the grin. ”What if we threw the party still? A farewell gift from Maea to give us something good. I imagine she would like that.”
Though as the topic shifts and he replies, looking rather sheepish himself (haha, punny), Weaver brings himself slightly closer to him. ”Well, I can think of one human who likes you. And I’m way better than a sheep.” She gives him a warm grin, not shying away from the truth. She does like him. What that means exactly is entirely uncertain, on the other hand. Weaver isn’t the sort of girl to have expectations, and she isn’t the sort of girl who does heartbreak either. No, she’s simply the sort of girl who rolls with life as it comes, and wishes for happiness for those she cares about.
Her smile widens at the mention of Sunjata’s birthday, and there’s something pleasantly devilish about the grin. ”What if we threw the party still? A farewell gift from Maea to give us something good. I imagine she would like that.”
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
