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;
Were they seriously building the place from scratch? Apparently, because now they are building walls. Walls. What the fuck, Loren? There wasn’t an abandoned building somewhere to be used instead? Though she keeps her mouth shut, willing to help her friend, even if he was being a little over the top in this particular endeavour.
Since there would need to be a pair, Weaver goes to her brother. It’s logical, or perhaps she just wants to annoy him. This was actually probably the worst idea, because she suspects they will get nothing done. Well, that may be less true since she can’t talk to him. It grates on her that Loren can when she cannot, honestly, though she doesn’t let it show.
Instead, she settles in with Korbin and sets to work. They can be quite the team when they put their minds to it, two halves of one greater whole. Maybe it would actually go well.
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Weaver goes to help Korbin build his wall.
Since there would need to be a pair, Weaver goes to her brother. It’s logical, or perhaps she just wants to annoy him. This was actually probably the worst idea, because she suspects they will get nothing done. Well, that may be less true since she can’t talk to him. It grates on her that Loren can when she cannot, honestly, though she doesn’t let it show.
Instead, she settles in with Korbin and sets to work. They can be quite the team when they put their minds to it, two halves of one greater whole. Maybe it would actually go well.
***
Weaver goes to help Korbin build his wall.
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.
