if it doesn't burn a little
She gives him a mischievous little smile as he answers. ”I wasn’t going to ask if it was going anywhere. I was just going to ask who.” Though she doesn’t push that, allowing him to answer or not as he feels inclined. ”Honestly Loren, as long as you are enjoying it now, does it matter if it’s going somewhere?” She knows people care about these sorts of things, but it seems overly complicated to think of the future so long as the present is working.
Weaver looks up from the book as he nudges her, and she holds it out if he’d like to look it over. There’s something painful about looking at a book of adventures. Perhaps they were things Maea had wanted to do in her life, or perhaps it was merely a book. Though she didn’t think it was merely a book, because she still believed Maea was steering them to the items that were important to her.
”Dare I ask why you aren’t supposed to go to his house?” she asks, eyebrows arched. Maybe it was better not to know, but still, if he is willing to tell her, she is willing to listen. ”Though that sounds like as good a plan as any.” It certainly wouldn’t raise suspicions.
Weaver looks up from the book as he nudges her, and she holds it out if he’d like to look it over. There’s something painful about looking at a book of adventures. Perhaps they were things Maea had wanted to do in her life, or perhaps it was merely a book. Though she didn’t think it was merely a book, because she still believed Maea was steering them to the items that were important to her.
”Dare I ask why you aren’t supposed to go to his house?” she asks, eyebrows arched. Maybe it was better not to know, but still, if he is willing to tell her, she is willing to listen. ”Though that sounds like as good a plan as any.” It certainly wouldn’t raise suspicions.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
