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;
The foundation laying goes shockingly well, unlike normal which has nothing to do with bad dice rolls, and she finds that it goes well. Though it probably shouldn’t, because she’s rather distracted by the boy who seems to nearly jump out of his skin since she’s talking to him. Come on, she isn’t that scary, not that she doesn’t wish to be that scary in some ways. But really Weaver was a whole lot of bark with some bite, though today, she was not carrying the scythe. Though there were knives around her waist, she looked far less scary without that wicked blade.
”Oh, yes,” she grins at him. She’d dealt with someone else for the trade, but his statement places his face at least. ”They are fantastic glasses, thank you.” She is actually very pleased with the glassware, a thing that it is perhaps to be pleased with, but she’s quite fond of them. ”A good glass really does make a drink look better. Stop by sometime. First one is on the house. You can see your work in action.” Her voice is pleasant and friendly, and she continues to lay the foundation as she talks.
Weaver pauses for only a moment in her task, looking up as yet another familiar yet not familiar face appears. This isn’t all that weird for her, given that she’s either out of the Citadel hunting or working on the Kraai. She’s used to not knowing as many people as her brother did, though maybe in time that would change with the Kraai. ”Weaver,” she offers in return to the new man, and then gets back to work on the foundation. Loren would give the other man a task soon enough.
”Oh, yes,” she grins at him. She’d dealt with someone else for the trade, but his statement places his face at least. ”They are fantastic glasses, thank you.” She is actually very pleased with the glassware, a thing that it is perhaps to be pleased with, but she’s quite fond of them. ”A good glass really does make a drink look better. Stop by sometime. First one is on the house. You can see your work in action.” Her voice is pleasant and friendly, and she continues to lay the foundation as she talks.
Weaver pauses for only a moment in her task, looking up as yet another familiar yet not familiar face appears. This isn’t all that weird for her, given that she’s either out of the Citadel hunting or working on the Kraai. She’s used to not knowing as many people as her brother did, though maybe in time that would change with the Kraai. ”Weaver,” she offers in return to the new man, and then gets back to work on the foundation. Loren would give the other man a task soon enough.
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.
