Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
Weaver chuckles at that. ”I’m not so sure you won’t be able to help him,” she says with a knowing, rather sisterly grin. ”He just won’t admit that he might actually not hate you.” Korbin was softer than he’d been acting lately. He loved people, and though he was struggling with this change, she still didn’t think the Outlanders were exactly what he was struggling with. He was struggling with what they represented, but not necessarily them. It’s just that it’s so much easier to blame the obvious newcomers than to face your own inner demons.
Well well, he is ticklish. Her grin turns absolutely devilish at that particularly bit of information, and when the mice disappear another little breeze blows, trying to knock a scone off the tray and toward her. Hell, she’ll eat it off the ground. Five second rule. ”I’ll give you answers if you ask questions I can actually answer,” she adds. Maybe she actually doesn’t know who’s in the guild. Or maybe she does but can’t answer that anyway. It’s not her secret to tell, after all.
She nods at his words, watching pieces of him shift into other things, glimpses of the forms he is able to take. ”We’ll figure it out,” she says softly. They were indeed saying the same thing, but the truth is, it’s not the path she wants to take. That’s a whole lot of unneeded upheaval for her town. Though it is a path she will take, if it seems to be the best one.
Well well, he is ticklish. Her grin turns absolutely devilish at that particularly bit of information, and when the mice disappear another little breeze blows, trying to knock a scone off the tray and toward her. Hell, she’ll eat it off the ground. Five second rule. ”I’ll give you answers if you ask questions I can actually answer,” she adds. Maybe she actually doesn’t know who’s in the guild. Or maybe she does but can’t answer that anyway. It’s not her secret to tell, after all.
She nods at his words, watching pieces of him shift into other things, glimpses of the forms he is able to take. ”We’ll figure it out,” she says softly. They were indeed saying the same thing, but the truth is, it’s not the path she wants to take. That’s a whole lot of unneeded upheaval for her town. Though it is a path she will take, if it seems to be the best one.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
