Weaver
Time is the substance from which I am made.
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
Weaver chuckles. No one had ever told her it tickles, but then again, she’s never tried to heal a child. Children were far more honest than anyone else. Seren seems to perk up, and Weaver smiles slightly, not sure how well it worked, but thinking that at least it helped a little. ”Loren is a much better healer than I am,” she says, recalling his infirmary. Weaver had only recently even learned she had the power at all.
”The dragons in Halo are not like your daddy’s dragon. I am sure Sugar is wonderful. The dragons in Halo are much, much bigger, and not nearly so kind to humans.” Not all dragons were cute little companions, after all. ”Though I think a blue dragon companion would suit you very well. He or she would match your eyes.”
”The dragons in Halo are not like your daddy’s dragon. I am sure Sugar is wonderful. The dragons in Halo are much, much bigger, and not nearly so kind to humans.” Not all dragons were cute little companions, after all. ”Though I think a blue dragon companion would suit you very well. He or she would match your eyes.”
it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger;
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
