WEAVER
Never forget what you are
for surely the world will not.
It is strange how easily this comes to her. How easily she can slip into the role that has been given (taken?). Her tone of voice is one she has used on hunts, yes, but it comes to her now without thought. Commanding and without hesitation. You cannot hesitate in the Tundra (and doesn’t she know that first hand). You cannot question your leader on a hunt. This, in some ways, is no different. Only it was far more intricate, with a million details to keep track of, a million repercussions to consider. Her entire life would be dedicated to trying to stay one step ahead of her potential enemies. This is why she needs him to deal with all the rest.”Overseer feels like a fitting title. It is yours. Do not prove me wrong in my choice, brother.” Though she may choose her family to help them lead, she would not choose them blindly. Isn’t that what got them here in the first place?
Weaver nods at the mention of Loren. ”Sometimes peace requires biting your own pride down. You may find you need to apologize even if you don’t think you do.” Sometimes you simply have to be the one to cave, even when it hurts. Sometimes the benefit of doing so outweighed the momentary loss of pride.
One finger goes to the top of her knife, resting it there, not particularly concerned if she pricks the skin. She considers her brother for a moment with a soft exhale. ”I am aware. I am not particularly sure. I suppose I need to find out how long he can go without feeding. I do not want to let him in the Tundra, so he cannot get to the shrine in the Fangs. I will...I will figure something out.” Honestly, she would let him feed on her if it came to it, but she won’t tell anyone that. Maybe Wessex could offer some suggestions. She’d need to talk to the demi-goddess soon. ”I have a mind to send a letter to Wessex. She is the Ascended family head, so to speak.”
make it your strength
Then it can never be your weakness.
