The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind
Weaver chuckles at that, nodding in agreement. After all, she knows Loren pretty well, and she can see how he could be a handful (understatement of the year). Though she also rather liked the Grand Healer. Perhaps she’d find she liked the Warden as well. Oh, wouldn’t Korbin disown her for that. ”And yet, we’d be lost without them,” she says with a wry smile. A truth, though. She’d lost one brother, she cannot imagine losing another.
The question of Sunjata was a good one. She wasn’t sure what he’d do now either, with all this influence. Life had changed for him though, and as such, she wonders if his goals had changed. A question for the future, when she gets out of Halo in Flowerbirth. Not everything belonged in letters. ”It is nice to have something other than a hole in the wall tavern with piss poor booze, you mean?” she asks with a playful grin.
She’d made it a point to build a place that suited Halo, that screamed of it’s best things. As he looks around, he’ll see the large hearth with it’s roaring fire. The bar area is dimly lit, the red accent walls giving off the impression of sitting inside the fire itself. Antlers and tusks hang on the walls, donated by hunters who wanted to leave a public mark. In all honesty, she is flattered by his words, to know that he likes it.
Her own eyebrow raises as he declines the drink. Huh. Well, that leaves some questions, though she holds them for now. There’s a more important one in front of her. ’I suppose that’s true. At some point Halo must become your home.” If it has not already. ”I admit, I’ve heard only the rumors of how you ended up here, but I cannot be sure they are more than hearsay. Would you care to give me your version of events?” Honestly when he’d first arrived, when the portals first opened, she and Korbin had just ignored it, expecting everyone would go away as quickly as they came once they realized that Halo was. Clearly, they’d been wrong and finally pulled their head out of the sand, but there was some catching up to do.
The question of Sunjata was a good one. She wasn’t sure what he’d do now either, with all this influence. Life had changed for him though, and as such, she wonders if his goals had changed. A question for the future, when she gets out of Halo in Flowerbirth. Not everything belonged in letters. ”It is nice to have something other than a hole in the wall tavern with piss poor booze, you mean?” she asks with a playful grin.
She’d made it a point to build a place that suited Halo, that screamed of it’s best things. As he looks around, he’ll see the large hearth with it’s roaring fire. The bar area is dimly lit, the red accent walls giving off the impression of sitting inside the fire itself. Antlers and tusks hang on the walls, donated by hunters who wanted to leave a public mark. In all honesty, she is flattered by his words, to know that he likes it.
Her own eyebrow raises as he declines the drink. Huh. Well, that leaves some questions, though she holds them for now. There’s a more important one in front of her. ’I suppose that’s true. At some point Halo must become your home.” If it has not already. ”I admit, I’ve heard only the rumors of how you ended up here, but I cannot be sure they are more than hearsay. Would you care to give me your version of events?” Honestly when he’d first arrived, when the portals first opened, she and Korbin had just ignored it, expecting everyone would go away as quickly as they came once they realized that Halo was. Clearly, they’d been wrong and finally pulled their head out of the sand, but there was some catching up to do.
Weaver
