She chuckles. ”And yet for us very mortal humans, we will never see the end of so many years. We are unlikely to see the end of even one century.” It was possible, though rather unheard of, to live so long. Honestly, she considered herself lucky every time she saw one more year. Yet if this war is not their problem, then it becomes their children’s problem, or their grandchildren’s problem. And those children are stuck with their parents' mistakes, just as they are currently stuck with their predecessors' mistakes. What a very ugly circle. ”Where are you from, that they had elves?”
Weaver nods at teenagers. ”Amen to that,” she says with an amused chuckle. Ah Loren. Always Loren. Somehow he crops up in her life even when she’s not around him. ”That would be good of you, and I think he’d like it. Except he may not tell you he likes it.” As much as Korbin kept insisting that he wanted to do everything his sister wanted, she didn’t believe him. She felt like his excuse, like his reason for avoiding finding his own life. ”What do you play?” she asks, curious what instrument, or instruments, the Sage knew.
”Are all souls made of light, then?” Because hers felt too heavy for that, too made of darkness and shadow. Not that she minded, necessarily, but she was not what many would consider good. Ah, well hadn’t she and Loren had that conversation as well? ”Some long forgotten magical disaster. I admit, I was rather hoping you knew,” she says with a slight chuckle, as they made their way past the street where the Kraai is, heading toward the Palace. ”Perhaps that is a mystery you can uncover and then let me know.” Maybe if they knew what had happened they could affect the weather now to bring Halo back, at least a bit, to what it had once been.
Weaver nods at teenagers. ”Amen to that,” she says with an amused chuckle. Ah Loren. Always Loren. Somehow he crops up in her life even when she’s not around him. ”That would be good of you, and I think he’d like it. Except he may not tell you he likes it.” As much as Korbin kept insisting that he wanted to do everything his sister wanted, she didn’t believe him. She felt like his excuse, like his reason for avoiding finding his own life. ”What do you play?” she asks, curious what instrument, or instruments, the Sage knew.
”Are all souls made of light, then?” Because hers felt too heavy for that, too made of darkness and shadow. Not that she minded, necessarily, but she was not what many would consider good. Ah, well hadn’t she and Loren had that conversation as well? ”Some long forgotten magical disaster. I admit, I was rather hoping you knew,” she says with a slight chuckle, as they made their way past the street where the Kraai is, heading toward the Palace. ”Perhaps that is a mystery you can uncover and then let me know.” Maybe if they knew what had happened they could affect the weather now to bring Halo back, at least a bit, to what it had once been.
