Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
Weaver laughs, amused. ”Life’s not fair,” she says, flicking the rag at him playfully. ”It’s hardly my fault your brother requires extra apologies.” Though she is still teasing, some part of her feels for him though. It cannot be easy to live in Neron’s shadow and then pick up the pieces when he goes and fucks up. Perhaps this is exactly what Korbin feels like. Maybe they cannot help it, this dynamic of older and younger, always living in each other's orbit in some way.
She nods a silent thanks at his words, a soft smile on her lips to hear him pick up the tradition. For a moment, fire sparks to life in front of her before she lets it fade. ”I am quite impressed at how much he has opened up to you, an Outlander. I assume he’s made his thoughts on that well known,” she says with a wry grin. Though it is actually quite impressive that he’s told Loren so much. Maybe Korbin had a soft spot for the healer as well. A Hale family trait, it seems.
”I hope he takes you up on the offer. He needs to find his own thing in life. I know he feels left behind, but I cannot force him to come with me. And I will not cease to live because he doesn’t want to. I’m not made for that.” It is clear in her tone it bothers her though. She loves her brother, and this is not something she can simply fix for him. Though she wouldn’t, even if she could, because she knows that’s not what their mother would want either.
Weaver chuckles as he thanks her for confirming. ”Did I though?” she asks, her amber eyes mischievous. ”All you know for certain is that I know it exists.” Which is very true, for she had not actually admitted to more. Still, he can assume she is a part of it, and she doesn’t much care. Really, she just will not give him the satisfaction of making it as easy as actually telling him. Where’s the fun in that? ”There’s a reason you are asking me to be your spymaster, after all.” She doesn’t actually answer about the party, because he’s wrong, though she’ll let him figure out who is and is not a part of the guild on his own. Currently, that information is not critical for Halo to know, and she will share selectively, just as she shares selectively with the Advocates.
He continues, and she absentmindedly pulls her braid back into its place over the scar on her chest. She’s been wearing her hair in a bun at the Kraai more, but still, she feels almost naked without the braid in its usual place. ”Ah, well I’m not a Launceleyn, which seems like a prerequisite for running Halo lately.” Though there is Morgan, at least, who is not part of the family. ”And that sounds like a bullshit political answer if I ever heard one. Not that I am blaming you, but the people of Halo don’t really give a rats ass that he’s busy.”
She nods a silent thanks at his words, a soft smile on her lips to hear him pick up the tradition. For a moment, fire sparks to life in front of her before she lets it fade. ”I am quite impressed at how much he has opened up to you, an Outlander. I assume he’s made his thoughts on that well known,” she says with a wry grin. Though it is actually quite impressive that he’s told Loren so much. Maybe Korbin had a soft spot for the healer as well. A Hale family trait, it seems.
”I hope he takes you up on the offer. He needs to find his own thing in life. I know he feels left behind, but I cannot force him to come with me. And I will not cease to live because he doesn’t want to. I’m not made for that.” It is clear in her tone it bothers her though. She loves her brother, and this is not something she can simply fix for him. Though she wouldn’t, even if she could, because she knows that’s not what their mother would want either.
Weaver chuckles as he thanks her for confirming. ”Did I though?” she asks, her amber eyes mischievous. ”All you know for certain is that I know it exists.” Which is very true, for she had not actually admitted to more. Still, he can assume she is a part of it, and she doesn’t much care. Really, she just will not give him the satisfaction of making it as easy as actually telling him. Where’s the fun in that? ”There’s a reason you are asking me to be your spymaster, after all.” She doesn’t actually answer about the party, because he’s wrong, though she’ll let him figure out who is and is not a part of the guild on his own. Currently, that information is not critical for Halo to know, and she will share selectively, just as she shares selectively with the Advocates.
He continues, and she absentmindedly pulls her braid back into its place over the scar on her chest. She’s been wearing her hair in a bun at the Kraai more, but still, she feels almost naked without the braid in its usual place. ”Ah, well I’m not a Launceleyn, which seems like a prerequisite for running Halo lately.” Though there is Morgan, at least, who is not part of the family. ”And that sounds like a bullshit political answer if I ever heard one. Not that I am blaming you, but the people of Halo don’t really give a rats ass that he’s busy.”
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
