The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind
Well, he might have to wait. These are the sort of things one does not rush. No, the name will present itself one day. Some situation will occur or he will say something, and voila, there will be his middle name. That is how all the best things happen, after all, how all the best names come around. ”Well, you will have to. It will take time to determine who you truly are.” Straia would say that her children named themselves, that they earned their name as tiny little children. Weaver doesn’t know how true this is, but she does know her mother did not name any of them right away. It was days or weeks or even months after their birth before they became more than ‘girl’ or ‘boy’. Though this is not all that surprising, for many in Halo wait to make sure their children will survive before bothering with a name.
She smirks at that. ”Why wait?” she says with a mischievous grin. ”I have never once actually gotten a tattoo done at his shop.” She has been in the shop, but it was always late in the evening when she’d gotten the tattoos done. When there was liquor on her lips and a hole in her heart, but no tears on her face, she’d knock on his door and he’d oblige. How do you say no to a grieving girl?
Nodding at the mention of Korbin’s shift, she takes another sip of her drink. ”Ah yes. When he was a child, he used to sit in rooms behind closed doors as a raven and wait for someone to walk through to scare us. It worked rather well. He still does it, except now in his brooding, melancholy way, rather than as a joke.” Perhaps that was his secret to tell, and not hers, but she doesn’t really care. Besides, it was her childhood too.
”Is your agreement indefinite? Now that you have what you want, what else is in it for you?” She’s not entirely sure he will answer this question, but it’s worth asking. Why keep going, if he has found his home here? Unless he is looking for a way out of Caido. Though given his story, would he really want to leave? It was not ideal here, but it was not that bad either. ”Honestly? I just imagined she’d be busy with other things. I have no good reason to be surprised, I suppose.” Which is true. Wessex was her own woman, after all. Why not join a guild that could with her goals?
She smirks at that. ”Why wait?” she says with a mischievous grin. ”I have never once actually gotten a tattoo done at his shop.” She has been in the shop, but it was always late in the evening when she’d gotten the tattoos done. When there was liquor on her lips and a hole in her heart, but no tears on her face, she’d knock on his door and he’d oblige. How do you say no to a grieving girl?
Nodding at the mention of Korbin’s shift, she takes another sip of her drink. ”Ah yes. When he was a child, he used to sit in rooms behind closed doors as a raven and wait for someone to walk through to scare us. It worked rather well. He still does it, except now in his brooding, melancholy way, rather than as a joke.” Perhaps that was his secret to tell, and not hers, but she doesn’t really care. Besides, it was her childhood too.
”Is your agreement indefinite? Now that you have what you want, what else is in it for you?” She’s not entirely sure he will answer this question, but it’s worth asking. Why keep going, if he has found his home here? Unless he is looking for a way out of Caido. Though given his story, would he really want to leave? It was not ideal here, but it was not that bad either. ”Honestly? I just imagined she’d be busy with other things. I have no good reason to be surprised, I suppose.” Which is true. Wessex was her own woman, after all. Why not join a guild that could with her goals?
Weaver
