She tries to get to know everyone, honestly. Though she certainly does not literally know everyone in Halo, she is familiar with most of them. Though of course she has a particular interest in those that frequent the Kraai or do things like help build a school for Halo. Though he was new, he seemed to be settling into Halo well, or at least from the little bit she’d seen. Still, she collects friends, because you never know when you might need a few more of them.
He mentions Earth, and she nods slightly. ”You are not the first person I’ve met from Earth. Though how are you finding Halo with our lack of farms? There are a few pets and many companion animals, at least.” Though really, they didn’t have tons of animals either. ”For that matter, how are you finding Halo in general?”
To be honest, when it comes to the booze, she is still learning. The Kraai is new and so is the opportunity to brew, though Maea’s brother had been thorough in his notes and she’s been able to pick a lot up pretty quickly. The notebook was well loved when she’d gotten it, and it was even more so now. Weaver has added her own notes all over, dog-eared pages of particular interest, and has begun to worry slightly that the poor book may need to be copied.
She takes a sip, waiting for Chuy’s assessment though before nodding, her smile pleased. ”Just what I was hoping for,” she says, draining the glass a little too easily before putting it down. ”So I’m going to take the finished cider,” she says, gesturing to a few jugs of the stuff, ”and pour it into those barrels over there for the oak flavor.” Again, she gestures to the barrels. ”Actually, would you mind doing the pouring?” She adds, going back to the spice shelf to grab what she needs, though as her hand reaches to a bottle, she feels something fuzzy and pulls her hand back with a slight yelp of surprise.
She reaches out again, tugging a bottle away to reveal a decent sized spider, maybe about the size of her hand. ”What are you doing back there buddy?” she coos to the spider, not afraid (if you can pull the guts out of a luxere, you can handle a large spider). She reaches her hand out, encouraging it to crawl to her, which it does with a few stumbling steps and hiccups. Weaver chuckles, turning to find Chuy. ”I’ve never seen one of these before, though Sunjata warned me they might sneak in with the wine shipments. Wine spiders,” she says with a chuckle. ”Want to see?”
He mentions Earth, and she nods slightly. ”You are not the first person I’ve met from Earth. Though how are you finding Halo with our lack of farms? There are a few pets and many companion animals, at least.” Though really, they didn’t have tons of animals either. ”For that matter, how are you finding Halo in general?”
To be honest, when it comes to the booze, she is still learning. The Kraai is new and so is the opportunity to brew, though Maea’s brother had been thorough in his notes and she’s been able to pick a lot up pretty quickly. The notebook was well loved when she’d gotten it, and it was even more so now. Weaver has added her own notes all over, dog-eared pages of particular interest, and has begun to worry slightly that the poor book may need to be copied.
She takes a sip, waiting for Chuy’s assessment though before nodding, her smile pleased. ”Just what I was hoping for,” she says, draining the glass a little too easily before putting it down. ”So I’m going to take the finished cider,” she says, gesturing to a few jugs of the stuff, ”and pour it into those barrels over there for the oak flavor.” Again, she gestures to the barrels. ”Actually, would you mind doing the pouring?” She adds, going back to the spice shelf to grab what she needs, though as her hand reaches to a bottle, she feels something fuzzy and pulls her hand back with a slight yelp of surprise.
She reaches out again, tugging a bottle away to reveal a decent sized spider, maybe about the size of her hand. ”What are you doing back there buddy?” she coos to the spider, not afraid (if you can pull the guts out of a luxere, you can handle a large spider). She reaches her hand out, encouraging it to crawl to her, which it does with a few stumbling steps and hiccups. Weaver chuckles, turning to find Chuy. ”I’ve never seen one of these before, though Sunjata warned me they might sneak in with the wine shipments. Wine spiders,” she says with a chuckle. ”Want to see?”
weaver
-- kiss you like a whiskey fire --
