if it doesn't burn a little
”I recall you sleeping on rocks,” she says, though she gives him a curious look. ”Even in the Palace, do you still sleep without a pillow?” The question isn’t judgmental, merely curious. It seemed Loren never ceased to surprise her.
Though her amusement returns as he hides his arms behind his back. ”In my defense, some of the feathers he just lost. And the rest I plucked slowly.” Still, he hadn’t been the most willing donor, and the feathers had been merely for decorative use. What could she say? She liked the look.
Weaver nods at his suggestion. ”I like that. It seems like a good compromise.” She turns her attention back to the room, looking to the desk and the papers she had ignored earlier. ”Does she have any other details in there?” Weaver asks, at the same time moving back to the desk to see if there was anything else they could find.
Though her amusement returns as he hides his arms behind his back. ”In my defense, some of the feathers he just lost. And the rest I plucked slowly.” Still, he hadn’t been the most willing donor, and the feathers had been merely for decorative use. What could she say? She liked the look.
Weaver nods at his suggestion. ”I like that. It seems like a good compromise.” She turns her attention back to the room, looking to the desk and the papers she had ignored earlier. ”Does she have any other details in there?” Weaver asks, at the same time moving back to the desk to see if there was anything else they could find.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
