It’s not dying I’m afraid of
Weaver chuckles, reaching out a hand to push his finger back. ”I am a parasite and you are a fungus. What a pair we make.” She laughs a bit harder, reaching out to pull her braid back over her shoulder. It never did stay in place when she fought or hunted. ”And how did my brother take that particular image?” She imagines just how much he would have pretended to hate it.
She gives him a sly look. ”That sounds like a challenge, if you ask me. Though I would start throwing rocks except I know how you handle that already.” By summoning a bear. He probably could handle most anything she managed to throw at him, literal or figurative.
”Well,” she says with a teasing grin. ”I suppose that is true. But you are taking away yet another thing for them to complain about by being all reasonable and logical.”
She gives him a sly look. ”That sounds like a challenge, if you ask me. Though I would start throwing rocks except I know how you handle that already.” By summoning a bear. He probably could handle most anything she managed to throw at him, literal or figurative.
”Well,” she says with a teasing grin. ”I suppose that is true. But you are taking away yet another thing for them to complain about by being all reasonable and logical.”
weaver
it’s dying without ever having lived
