will you come out and play?

Weaver

So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.

Weaver chuckles as he says ‘much screaming’, finding that she rather likes Ludo. More than she might have expected to. No wonder Maea was such a devout follower. He goes on, asking for a few things in return. This does not come as a shock to her, but there’s simply something shocking about her being the one asked to do it. She still expects to wake up from this dream at any moment.

Weaver listens to the instructions, watching as the amulet disappears from the air and Ludo seems to be...modeling it? Is she seeing things? Perhaps, though perhaps he is enjoying the trinket. She wonders if he will won’t actually be disappointed if she fails in her tasks and he gets to keep it. ”That is agreeable. I will return with what you need.”

The luxere was one thing, easy enough to hunt if she dragged someone other than a mage with dark magic along, and she knows how to make leather. The banshee would be another thing entirely, but she was excited for the challenge. ”Thank you,” she says, rising with a nod to the herald. For now, she would let him get back to...well, to whatever it is gods do. She has no idea.

(finished)

Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.