What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
She raises an eyebrow at him, giving him another look. Honestly, after all this time together, they could probably communicate with just looks nearly as well as they could with words, particularly given how well their conversations had been going lately. Hell, maybe they should try that. It might go better. What do you mean? she scribbles, asking rather than just defending, though she simply wants to defend. What does he mean? Since when does she care what he does so long as he does something besides sulk? And if that’s what he means, then she actually will hold the knife to his throat.
She finishes scraping the last bits of fur from her part of the hide, glancing down briefly to the mess that would need to be cleaned up when they were all done. Shame they didn’t get to keep the leather. It would be a good piece when they were finished. Though she could not bring herself to let Ludo down, and she wanted a scythe that transformed into an amulet. Heck, she just wanted Maea’s amulet back. She nods at the fabric, a silent question to see if he was ready for the next step. They certainly didn’t need words for this.
At least he seems pleased at the mention of Ludo, and not sour about his own experiences. She meets his expression with a soft smile and a nod. Though she is not the most devout, there has always been something about being abandoned that bothers her. It’s like an itch she cannot scratch, but of course, she is the type of girl to want the things she cannot have. So she seeks them, trying to find a path even when there should be none. Though, she is hardly the first Abandoned to succeed. Have it, she writes, looking at the almost eager expression on his face with some confusion. Didn’t think you’d want to go killing things if you didn’t have to. Was I wrong? Maybe he’d changed more than she realized. Or maybe he didn’t realize she had to slaughter the creatures he asked for with her scythe. She had left out that piece of information, not for any reason other than writing was annoying, though.
She finishes scraping the last bits of fur from her part of the hide, glancing down briefly to the mess that would need to be cleaned up when they were all done. Shame they didn’t get to keep the leather. It would be a good piece when they were finished. Though she could not bring herself to let Ludo down, and she wanted a scythe that transformed into an amulet. Heck, she just wanted Maea’s amulet back. She nods at the fabric, a silent question to see if he was ready for the next step. They certainly didn’t need words for this.
At least he seems pleased at the mention of Ludo, and not sour about his own experiences. She meets his expression with a soft smile and a nod. Though she is not the most devout, there has always been something about being abandoned that bothers her. It’s like an itch she cannot scratch, but of course, she is the type of girl to want the things she cannot have. So she seeks them, trying to find a path even when there should be none. Though, she is hardly the first Abandoned to succeed. Have it, she writes, looking at the almost eager expression on his face with some confusion. Didn’t think you’d want to go killing things if you didn’t have to. Was I wrong? Maybe he’d changed more than she realized. Or maybe he didn’t realize she had to slaughter the creatures he asked for with her scythe. She had left out that piece of information, not for any reason other than writing was annoying, though.
Weaver
