What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
They were always paying each other back for some small slight or another. The list was long, and she’d lost track of who was winning (it was probably her). He’d been so very boring as of late that the small spark of mischief in his eyes is a welcome relief, as if maybe he’d find some balance between who he’d become and who he once was. He is not a boy anymore, and she knows that, and he will never be the boy he’d once been. That was okay, but she wanted him to find some spark, some reason, to enjoy this life they’d been granted. It was a gift, and they knew that better than most.
Leather she writes. That’s what Ludo had said, and so she won’t overthink it. A sturdy, good piece of leather for the herald. If it’d wanted suede, she assumed it would have said so. Weaver grabs her own tools, the same dull scrapes that would help them pull the leather and remove any last bits of flesh.
She sets to work, finally finding that the silence between them doesn’t feel so charged anymore. It feels like them, feels like they way they used to work together. They don’t need to talk, not really. She just wants him to be there with her, and he just wants to feel needed by her. To be wanted, now that he seems to finally understand. Her eyes drift back to the hide, her hands moving in the practiced motions, a soft smile on her face.
It was nice to be them, even if only for a moment.
Leather she writes. That’s what Ludo had said, and so she won’t overthink it. A sturdy, good piece of leather for the herald. If it’d wanted suede, she assumed it would have said so. Weaver grabs her own tools, the same dull scrapes that would help them pull the leather and remove any last bits of flesh.
She sets to work, finally finding that the silence between them doesn’t feel so charged anymore. It feels like them, feels like they way they used to work together. They don’t need to talk, not really. She just wants him to be there with her, and he just wants to feel needed by her. To be wanted, now that he seems to finally understand. Her eyes drift back to the hide, her hands moving in the practiced motions, a soft smile on her face.
It was nice to be them, even if only for a moment.
Weaver
