if it doesn't burn a little
”Nothing that’s ever been forced down my throat has tasted good, so I am drawing on experience.” It was always too syrupy, too sticky in its sweetness. And that coming from a girl who did enjoy her sweets. Any medicine that wasn’t sweet tasted like a plant, and one that didn’t get her high. If she was going to suffer the taste, she at least wanted a little euphoria with it.
He explains more though, and she really does listen, though in traditional Weaver fashion her answer is hardly practical. ”But you can heal me with magic, which is all that matters in this particular conversation.” Her tone is teasing though, because she appreciated healers. After all, she owed her life to them, to poultices and medicines and things designed to keep the wound from getting infected. They’d lacked any healer strong enough to cure her by magic alone.
”Hunting and fighting are not quite the same thing,” she points out. ”Though luckily for you, you know a girl who is very good at both.” He is probably far better trained than she will ever be, but she enjoys a fight. The adrenaline, the way everything else disappears. And she enjoys a challenge. After all, she’d agreed to spar with Wessex, with Deimos...she seemed to pick targets that were out of her league.
He explains more though, and she really does listen, though in traditional Weaver fashion her answer is hardly practical. ”But you can heal me with magic, which is all that matters in this particular conversation.” Her tone is teasing though, because she appreciated healers. After all, she owed her life to them, to poultices and medicines and things designed to keep the wound from getting infected. They’d lacked any healer strong enough to cure her by magic alone.
”Hunting and fighting are not quite the same thing,” she points out. ”Though luckily for you, you know a girl who is very good at both.” He is probably far better trained than she will ever be, but she enjoys a fight. The adrenaline, the way everything else disappears. And she enjoys a challenge. After all, she’d agreed to spar with Wessex, with Deimos...she seemed to pick targets that were out of her league.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
