no matter how dark the world

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

She is not at all bothered by the mention of male parts. They exist. In fact, she rather tends to like male parts. Besides, she’s grown up here, and with that many stories of Frey have made their way to her. ”They make requests, though not of the same nature as Frey,” she says. From what she gathers, each has their own preferences, their own types of requests. Frey liked things that were juicy, so far as she knew. She thinks of Safrin, of the quest given to Sunjata, and the request for a heart of a rare creature. ”I gather Ludo tends to be the most generous.” She doesn’t quite know what to say of Safrin.

Weaver takes another bite of her pastry, watching as Josh trades pretty rocks. What an unfair trade, though the shopkeeper takes it anyway. Maybe not everyone hated Outlanders after all. His next statement is all full of words that are largely meaningless to her. She can get the gist of it, but still, economist? Communist? She considers asking, but decides she probably doesn’t care that much. Crytpids though is a word she does understand, and she grins a bit. ”Did you have magic, or magical creatures, where you came from?”

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden