What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
She was introduced to the Advocates as an idea in the Grounds, but she’d never even been to a meeting there. And honestly, it’s not like she cares. The Grounds is...well, honestly, it’s not her favorite place. Weaver spends more time in Torchline than any of the other lands, excluding her own home of course. When she’s summoned to Torchline instead of the Grounds, it comes as no real surprise or burden. She’d rather be in Torchline anyway.
Weaver is not the first to arrive, and she slips in behind a man she doesn’t know though suspects may be Ronin. Remi had said she’d know him when she met him, and he matched the description. Regardless, she’ll find out soon enough. Weaver makes her way into the room, her scythe on her back, the curved blade arching over her head. As is her normal way, she leans against the wall near the group, arms crossed casually over her chest, offering a nod and a smile of greeting to everyone gathered. ”I’m Weaver,” she says, for the benefit of the two men she doesn’t know.
Weaver is not the first to arrive, and she slips in behind a man she doesn’t know though suspects may be Ronin. Remi had said she’d know him when she met him, and he matched the description. Regardless, she’ll find out soon enough. Weaver makes her way into the room, her scythe on her back, the curved blade arching over her head. As is her normal way, she leans against the wall near the group, arms crossed casually over her chest, offering a nod and a smile of greeting to everyone gathered. ”I’m Weaver,” she says, for the benefit of the two men she doesn’t know.
Weaver
