She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.
She feels Noah’s presence, bolstered somehow by the man that stands beside her now. Her scythe is on her back again, blood and dirt streaking her skin, Loren’s unicorn horn tucked into her belt with her knives. Though she is not a large woman, she is imposing, fiery in her anger nonetheless. Those that gather remind her that this is her home, and though she does not believe the intentions of any of the Launceleyn’s was bad, intentions no longer matter. Her people were suffering. Her town was destroyed. And for what?
Weaver turns her attention to Loren as he speaks, and she gives him a nod as he finally renounces that name of his. There is a slight smile on her lips, though it is short lived. He takes over, ordering the survivors to the Kraai and she is grateful that he listens. At the Kraai, she knows her staff will already be helping, knows that Korbin will be as well if he is not drawn out by this debacle.
Zariah insists it is all Neron’s doing, and that she believes, as the Eirachi only uttered his name. Still, Loren asks the question she wants to know as well, and Weaver listens to Zariah without judgment. She hears the rest of the story, already knowing Neron’s part in this. ”So you knew?” Her voice is quiet now, but as wicked as the blade on her back. ”And who did you tell, so that maybe we could have done something before our home was destroyed?” The question is pointed, because though Zariah had given them the Academy, she had still known and done nothing else.
”I do not blame you as I do Neron,” she says to Zariah, ”but do not expect Halo to stand behind you as Warden, if that is what you are hoping for.” There might be a place for Zariah here, but not as she will want. ”Nor you, Neron.” she adds, looking Neron’s way for a moment and there is something sad in her eyes. She had been on his side, but now? Now she had to do what was right.
Weaver turns her attention to Loren as he speaks, and she gives him a nod as he finally renounces that name of his. There is a slight smile on her lips, though it is short lived. He takes over, ordering the survivors to the Kraai and she is grateful that he listens. At the Kraai, she knows her staff will already be helping, knows that Korbin will be as well if he is not drawn out by this debacle.
Zariah insists it is all Neron’s doing, and that she believes, as the Eirachi only uttered his name. Still, Loren asks the question she wants to know as well, and Weaver listens to Zariah without judgment. She hears the rest of the story, already knowing Neron’s part in this. ”So you knew?” Her voice is quiet now, but as wicked as the blade on her back. ”And who did you tell, so that maybe we could have done something before our home was destroyed?” The question is pointed, because though Zariah had given them the Academy, she had still known and done nothing else.
”I do not blame you as I do Neron,” she says to Zariah, ”but do not expect Halo to stand behind you as Warden, if that is what you are hoping for.” There might be a place for Zariah here, but not as she will want. ”Nor you, Neron.” she adds, looking Neron’s way for a moment and there is something sad in her eyes. She had been on his side, but now? Now she had to do what was right.
Weaver
