What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
She is very aware that she’s not all that strong, but still, she should be able to move a damn oven with someone else. Weaver flops onto the ground, annoyed, and just stares at the oven for a minute as if she might be able to move it with her mind. ”Well fuck,” she mutters. What a shame that she doesn’t have telekinesis instead of fire, right about now. It’s not like she could move the oven with fire. Though she could just burn it, which would solve the problem of it needing to be moved in the first place. Saiden may never invite her back, though.
So she tries a different tactic. Still sitting, Weaver puts both feet against the oven and braces her hands against the floor. Her legs are stronger than her arms, so maybe she can move the damn thing this way. Using her legs, she pushes, attempting to slide it into place.
And no, she doesn’t care that she probably looks ridiculous.
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Weaver sits on the ground and pushes the oven with her feet.
So she tries a different tactic. Still sitting, Weaver puts both feet against the oven and braces her hands against the floor. Her legs are stronger than her arms, so maybe she can move the damn thing this way. Using her legs, she pushes, attempting to slide it into place.
And no, she doesn’t care that she probably looks ridiculous.
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Weaver sits on the ground and pushes the oven with her feet.
Weaver
