He shrugs, which isn’t shocking. She’s met with plenty of skepticism of the gods, and she knows from Josh that the world Chuy comes from didn’t have any. Weaver would be skeptical too, except that she has met Ludo personally, and met enough people who’d seen different gods to know they are real. The demi-gods alone are proof enough that the gods are back and active, meddling in the affairs of humans. Or maybe the humans were meddling in the affairs of gods. Maybe the difference really didn’t matter.
The fire disappears, and Weaver just shrugs at the question. ”Abandoned is the correct term, though mage is used pretty frequently. I don’t particularly care. Halo has always been reasonably friendly to the Abandoned in general, so I’ve been lucky in that regard.” Though the gods had ignored her until recently, and she still grated against paying for the crimes of The Voice and her followers. Still, all in all, it hadn’t been too bad for her, and as such, she doesn’t really mind the directness of Chuy’s question. Though really, she never minds direct questions, because she is almost always direct. There’s really no reason to dance around the point.
Weaver puts the lid on the barrel, leaving the cider to mull. ”I usually just check on the cider daily and take it out when I decide I like it. I admit, I don’t necessarily have an exact number of days.” There was probably a better science to it, and she always wrote down the number of days it took for each recipe, but she found that different spices needed different amounts of time to infuse and the type of alcohol would affect the length of time as well.
The fire disappears, and Weaver just shrugs at the question. ”Abandoned is the correct term, though mage is used pretty frequently. I don’t particularly care. Halo has always been reasonably friendly to the Abandoned in general, so I’ve been lucky in that regard.” Though the gods had ignored her until recently, and she still grated against paying for the crimes of The Voice and her followers. Still, all in all, it hadn’t been too bad for her, and as such, she doesn’t really mind the directness of Chuy’s question. Though really, she never minds direct questions, because she is almost always direct. There’s really no reason to dance around the point.
Weaver puts the lid on the barrel, leaving the cider to mull. ”I usually just check on the cider daily and take it out when I decide I like it. I admit, I don’t necessarily have an exact number of days.” There was probably a better science to it, and she always wrote down the number of days it took for each recipe, but she found that different spices needed different amounts of time to infuse and the type of alcohol would affect the length of time as well.
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-- kiss you like a whiskey fire --
