She nods, humming thoughtfully. ”Over?” she asks with a rueful chuckle. ”This is a three hundred year old war. It seems unlikely it will ever be over, only that the shape of it will change.” She can be hopeful, she can dream of peace, but she knows better than to ever truly expect it. No, there was no lasting peace in their future. There was only destruction and damnation and the glimmers of something good that they forged along the way for themselves.
Weaver nods at the description of her brother. ”Not usually deaf, but he had a bad run-in at the shrines,” she says, agreement enough that that is, in fact, her brother. She chuckles a bit louder at the mention of ‘less than friendly’. ”Definitely my brother as of late.” The statement suggests he is not always like that. He certainly wasn’t, though she wasn’t sure if this was his new normal or if it was just a phase.
He goes on to explain his many jobs a bit more, and she grins as he admits to being a busybody. Aren’t they all, at least a little bit? She thrived on knowledge, even if she didn’t study it as Jigano did. No, she gathered it in gossip, whispered in corners when you thought no one was listening. She gathered it from asking questions, from never shying away from a conversation or the truth, from answering questions in turn. He lists too all the things he has learned, and though they are not the things she hopes to learn, they are interesting. ”What is the color of a soul?” she asks, picking up on that one in particular.
He asks too what she has learned that she would pass on, and she smiles slightly. ”That the animals of Halo are starving, always, and you are a delicious meal. That once, we were not a Tundra but simply a northern plain, full of many nomadic tribes. That memory snow most likes to be shaped, and the easiest way to handle the problem of it is to simply give it form and purpose. That even on a clear, beautiful Halo day, a blizzard can come out of nowhere and surprise you.”
Weaver nods at the description of her brother. ”Not usually deaf, but he had a bad run-in at the shrines,” she says, agreement enough that that is, in fact, her brother. She chuckles a bit louder at the mention of ‘less than friendly’. ”Definitely my brother as of late.” The statement suggests he is not always like that. He certainly wasn’t, though she wasn’t sure if this was his new normal or if it was just a phase.
He goes on to explain his many jobs a bit more, and she grins as he admits to being a busybody. Aren’t they all, at least a little bit? She thrived on knowledge, even if she didn’t study it as Jigano did. No, she gathered it in gossip, whispered in corners when you thought no one was listening. She gathered it from asking questions, from never shying away from a conversation or the truth, from answering questions in turn. He lists too all the things he has learned, and though they are not the things she hopes to learn, they are interesting. ”What is the color of a soul?” she asks, picking up on that one in particular.
He asks too what she has learned that she would pass on, and she smiles slightly. ”That the animals of Halo are starving, always, and you are a delicious meal. That once, we were not a Tundra but simply a northern plain, full of many nomadic tribes. That memory snow most likes to be shaped, and the easiest way to handle the problem of it is to simply give it form and purpose. That even on a clear, beautiful Halo day, a blizzard can come out of nowhere and surprise you.”
