if it doesn't burn a little
”Probably do,” she agrees. It’s irrelevant if it’s actually true, she would agree with that statement regardless. That’s the sort of friend Weaver is. What a great friend. They would have more then enough time on their hands with Deepfrost soon for tasting drinks anyway. It was dark more often than it wasn’t, and despite whatever duties Loren would have to attend to or the business Weaver would have, there would still be time. They spent a lot of time sitting by the fire in the evenings, talking, drinking, telling stories. When you couldn’t go out and you couldn’t hunt, you eventually started to relax a little. There were only so many chores anyone really wanted to do.
Weaver chuckles at his sly grin. ”I’m a busy lady with a bar now,” she says with a wink. Never mind the guild business she theoretically would have to do. ”Though perhaps I could make a little time to let you show me the ropes.” She has no interest in being a full on apprentice, given that she is the type of nurse to tell you to walk it off or just deal with it, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing to learn a little. Okay fine, it might actually be good.
At the mention of her fire magic, she grins. The fire in the hearth goes out with a thought, filling the room with a sudden chill. Her eyes go to the hearth, the demonstration clearly her answer. Suddenly, the fire springs to life again, though she has made no move. Her arms stay crossed, her posture casual. Some of the fire floats from the fireplace, swirling in lazy circles around the room before disappearing. ”Maea helped me, actually.” Zariah too, but she really hates to admit that.
She laughs rather loudly as he blushes. ”You are blushing as if liking me is such a terrible thing.” Her grin spreads, amused and playful as usual. ”Maybe it is,” she adds, entirely able to make fun of herself. She is a handful, after all.
Weaver chuckles at his sly grin. ”I’m a busy lady with a bar now,” she says with a wink. Never mind the guild business she theoretically would have to do. ”Though perhaps I could make a little time to let you show me the ropes.” She has no interest in being a full on apprentice, given that she is the type of nurse to tell you to walk it off or just deal with it, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing to learn a little. Okay fine, it might actually be good.
At the mention of her fire magic, she grins. The fire in the hearth goes out with a thought, filling the room with a sudden chill. Her eyes go to the hearth, the demonstration clearly her answer. Suddenly, the fire springs to life again, though she has made no move. Her arms stay crossed, her posture casual. Some of the fire floats from the fireplace, swirling in lazy circles around the room before disappearing. ”Maea helped me, actually.” Zariah too, but she really hates to admit that.
She laughs rather loudly as he blushes. ”You are blushing as if liking me is such a terrible thing.” Her grin spreads, amused and playful as usual. ”Maybe it is,” she adds, entirely able to make fun of herself. She is a handful, after all.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
