if it doesn't burn a little
She chuckles, giving him an appraising glance and a nod. ”I don’t actually know what she’s capable of, which was half our fight. Though I wouldn’t be surprised if you could.” Still, Zariah had actually considered Weaver’s advice, ending the conversation with the comment that her door was always open to Weaver. It left her...well, curious. And maybe just a bit unsettled. What might happen, if she walked that path?
Weaver checks her pockets for the letter, the book, and the amulet. Finding them all nestled snugly inside, she follows Loren to the door. ”See you on the other side, friend,” she adds, the fire flaring in the fireplace one last time before going out. The room is plunged into shadows and cold as the door swings shut behind them.
(finished)
Weaver checks her pockets for the letter, the book, and the amulet. Finding them all nestled snugly inside, she follows Loren to the door. ”See you on the other side, friend,” she adds, the fire flaring in the fireplace one last time before going out. The room is plunged into shadows and cold as the door swings shut behind them.
(finished)
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
