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"Then I will never be gone. Have a drink for me tonight." Weaver smiles. She will feel cool and distant, in a way that can't really be placed, and she is already starting to fade from view as the moment passes.
"One is with me," she says of her brothers, her smile growing warm and sweet. "The other has not joined us yet. Take care of him, if you come across him."
Touching her hand to Noah's, Weaver holds the contact for a second or two, and then is simply gone once more into the ether. The lanterns flicker, the fires light the snow with a ruddy glow, and the festival goes on.
"One is with me," she says of her brothers, her smile growing warm and sweet. "The other has not joined us yet. Take care of him, if you come across him."
Touching her hand to Noah's, Weaver holds the contact for a second or two, and then is simply gone once more into the ether. The lanterns flicker, the fires light the snow with a ruddy glow, and the festival goes on.
