I'm only good at being young

WEAVER

Never forget what you are

for surely the world will not.

Unlike her brother, she doesn’t care how something comes to her. It doesn’t really matter if it was given to her, so long as she earns it after the fact. Besides, she’d done almost all of the work to get the place set up. Sunjata got Neron’s blessing and sent some booze, and spent half an afternoon here setting up, but really, that was it. The place was hers, and by extension, Korbin, because in her mind they will always be a package deal). Whether it was a gift or not, she’s not really in the business of turning down good things. Though still, she understands where her brother is coming from, and she lets out a breath.

”I don’t know, exactly. I guess we get to figure out some new version of us without the constant struggle. Though I suspect there will still be struggle, brother, it’ll just take a different shape.” Oh how right she is but they don’t know that yet. Life would never be easy. Even if they decided to up and move to soft and cushy Torchline, life would not be easy. It had a way of throwing you a curveball just when you think maybe you’ve gotten out of the game.

She slaps at his hand, though there’s a smile on her face that betrays her all the same. She doesn’t really mind their petty sibling squabbles. They have always done that, will always do that. She only minds the ones that quietly tear them apart, particularly now, when they finally seem to be moving forward. ”Fine,” she says, sounding mock hurt and clearly playful. ”He does bake, you know, so this is a pretty big sacrifice on my end.” Her smile grows and she chuckles slightly before taking another sip from the mulled wine.

Weaver just laughs as he says there’s not much class to be found here. ”Because Halo is so full of classy people?” Though the drinks were classy, nothing else was. She wasn’t about to build something that didn’t fit with the place they lived. The Kraai was warm and welcoming, full of trophies from hunts donated by the local hunters, their work on proud display. Buddy the Spider hid in the bottles behind the bar, occasionally stumbling out to greet patrons and steal their wine. Not one of her customers ever screamed at the sight of a large, drunken spider. ”What family secrets, Korbin? The entirety of Halo knows everything about us.”

make it your strength

Then it can never be your weakness.