Weaver
Time is the substance from which I am made.
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
She heads first, perfectly fine to let him take the rear and watch for other predators. There was no way in hell she could carry the luxere, so dragging it was really her only option. Even that was going to be hard. Though she wasn’t a tiny woman, she wasn’t large and strength had never been her strong suit. She relies on speed and general recklessness to get her through most fights, but she will always lose in a battle of strength.
Weaver laughs at that, amused. ”Oh no, not that. Rather I can’t always walk into a bar or someone’s shop with it on my back, or sometimes it’s just in the way, but I do not want to be without it. Besides, it will be really scary and very impressive to whip a scythe out of my pocket.” Or maybe she’d have Deimos fashion her a chain that could snap apart without breaking, making it easy to remove and replace the weapon. Regardless, she’d found herself putting it down in other regions, and she did not enjoy it. It felt like being naked, except that she didn’t mind being naked.
She hums slightly at that, not judging. ”I always wanted to light candles for them,” she admits. It’s the main reason she went to the shrine, never expecting Ludo or anyone else to actually show up. Though she was pleased that Ludo had. There was always something about being hated for something she’d never even chosen that grated on her, and though she may not be a devout follower, to be accepted by them...well, it seemed to matter. At least a little bit. ”I think it depends on the god, really. In the end though, I don’t think our opinions matter anyway. We will fight their war and deal with the repercussions of their choices regardless.”
Weaver laughs at that, amused. ”Oh no, not that. Rather I can’t always walk into a bar or someone’s shop with it on my back, or sometimes it’s just in the way, but I do not want to be without it. Besides, it will be really scary and very impressive to whip a scythe out of my pocket.” Or maybe she’d have Deimos fashion her a chain that could snap apart without breaking, making it easy to remove and replace the weapon. Regardless, she’d found herself putting it down in other regions, and she did not enjoy it. It felt like being naked, except that she didn’t mind being naked.
She hums slightly at that, not judging. ”I always wanted to light candles for them,” she admits. It’s the main reason she went to the shrine, never expecting Ludo or anyone else to actually show up. Though she was pleased that Ludo had. There was always something about being hated for something she’d never even chosen that grated on her, and though she may not be a devout follower, to be accepted by them...well, it seemed to matter. At least a little bit. ”I think it depends on the god, really. In the end though, I don’t think our opinions matter anyway. We will fight their war and deal with the repercussions of their choices regardless.”
it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger;
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
