no matter how dark the world

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

Sadly for Josh, she’s really not that interesting. No, in fact, there are some pretty easy explanations for her grim reaper type garb. The cloak because she’s a Halovian, and wearing warm things is a habit. In fact, she loves her cloak so much she has multiples in various levels of warmth. The scythe because her mother loved unusual things, and had given it to her as a gift. Something crafted by magic, clearly, and designed to give her daughter something memorable. Perhaps it gave her a small advantage to simply wield something so different, but mostly Weaver suspected it had mostly just been for show.

For a while she ignores the footsteps behind her, figuring someone else had been leaving the gathering and walking in the same direction. It’s not like she doesn’t notice him, her ears trained for listening from so many years of hunting. She takes a route not quite direct though, because if they were heading to the Grounds, they would not follow. Instead, the footsteps continue, and eventually she gets annoyed. If they were going to attack, they would have done it already. So this is just weird and mildly creepy.

Weaver reaches up and pushes her hood down before stopping and spinning around to see who’s behind her. It’s hard to see through the growing darkness, so she sticks out a hand and lets some flames jump to life in her palm. ”What the fuck do you want?” she calls out toward the shape of someone behind her.

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden