if it doesn't burn a little
Her eyebrows raise slightly at the name. ”Sam like Samuel Wordsworth?” she asks. ”I met him once.” He’d been hiding from the sun while trying to catch it, and they’d spent a while chatting. She may not have become best buds with him, but he certainly seemed like a decent enough guy. ”I can kind of see it,” she says with a shrug and still without the judgment he seems to expect. Perhaps he is so used to it coming from others, but Weaver merely wants to know.
”Ah, complications,” she says, wrinkling her nose slightly. Clearly complications are not her style, but then again, she never really has expectations. That is far easier when you’ve never been in love, probably, though she wonders if she’d care even then. ”I can see the problem.” It may not be a problem she entirely understands emotionally, she can get the concept well enough.
Weaver picks up the silver amulet again, finding that she wants to keep it. She has the recipes, but still, she likes the little charm. Though she doesn’t mean to be greedy, it stays in her palm, willing to give it up if Loren asks though. His suggestion that they go on some of the adventures makes her smile with a bittersweet look on her face. ”I would love to,” she says, because it seems fitting. Besides, she would be lying if she said she minded the excuse to spend more time with him. They may turn into nothing more than friends, but friendship was enough for her. ”Would you like to take the book? You can decide our future adventures.”
She gives him a slightly rueful smile. ”Do I dare ask for those details, or am I better off not knowing what you did?” Her tone is playful though. Perhaps he made enemies of others, but she suspected she wouldn’t be all that offended by him.
”Ah, complications,” she says, wrinkling her nose slightly. Clearly complications are not her style, but then again, she never really has expectations. That is far easier when you’ve never been in love, probably, though she wonders if she’d care even then. ”I can see the problem.” It may not be a problem she entirely understands emotionally, she can get the concept well enough.
Weaver picks up the silver amulet again, finding that she wants to keep it. She has the recipes, but still, she likes the little charm. Though she doesn’t mean to be greedy, it stays in her palm, willing to give it up if Loren asks though. His suggestion that they go on some of the adventures makes her smile with a bittersweet look on her face. ”I would love to,” she says, because it seems fitting. Besides, she would be lying if she said she minded the excuse to spend more time with him. They may turn into nothing more than friends, but friendship was enough for her. ”Would you like to take the book? You can decide our future adventures.”
She gives him a slightly rueful smile. ”Do I dare ask for those details, or am I better off not knowing what you did?” Her tone is playful though. Perhaps he made enemies of others, but she suspected she wouldn’t be all that offended by him.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
