Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
The painting goes well enough. Perhaps not quite as well as Hotaru’s had gone, but she seems pleased with the work at least. Hotaru leads them all back into the room where Jigano has been, and explains what they need to do. Given the present company, Weaver’s not sure what help she can really be. Jigano had some rather solid earth magic, Deimos had fire and general brawn covered, Hotaru is already pouring the ash.
Still, she wanted to be of some use, so she grabs and shovel and makes her way to the pile of mud. Weaver works to shovel some of the mud into the basin, and though Jigano may end up helping her, at least it would allow him to focus less on this task and more on mixing whatever ends up in the basin.
Still, she wanted to be of some use, so she grabs and shovel and makes her way to the pile of mud. Weaver works to shovel some of the mud into the basin, and though Jigano may end up helping her, at least it would allow him to focus less on this task and more on mixing whatever ends up in the basin.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
