no matter how dark the world

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

A few orgasms was definitely the kind of quest you wanted. Better than the heart of a rare creature, though Weaver wonders if they, as humans, made requests like that harder than they needed to be. They did have a tendency to overcomplicate even the simplest of things.

Weaver stuffs the last bite of the pastry into her mouth, listening as he talks about the creatures. Though he doesn’t sound particularly sad about his home being burned, there is clearly something lurking beneath that. She cannot quite imagine, and though it feels like she’s probably missing a good bit of the story, she feels for him. ”What exactly was your profession?” she asks, steering the conversation into what feels at least slightly safer. Find out what he did exactly, perhaps how he planned to translate that to Caido, if at all.

She hums slightly. ”Start with magic,” she says, unfurling her palm and letting a small little flame burst to life there. Perhaps it was science, but she wasn’t quite sure how science explained her ability to control fire and air, her ability to heal her own body and others. It didn’t feel like science, at any rate.

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden