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02-15-2017, 01:07 PM
Ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies
She has no idea why she’s back in the Threshold already, other than she was bored and therefore, why not? It’s night, but Weaver never has been one for sleeping much, so she slips into the still unfamiliar forest with absolutely no plan in mind except to see if any other night owls were lingering around. The God of the Spark had made it clear he was disappointed in the Basin, which basically just screamed opportunity to Weaver. Because she was new, and how could he blame her for failing a herd she’d only just joined. What she could do was prove her worth.
So here she is, wandering through trees and trying to make sure she doesn’t get herself lost. The trees aren’t particularly dense at least, so she’s unlikely to lose track of the sky and therefore, her way to orient herself. “You will be so much more useful when you can fly,” she grumbles at Raven. Normally she doesn’t concern herself with getting lost because Old Raven could fly and just tell her where to go. New Raven is too damn small to be of use, and currently he’s half asleep in her horns and just being annoyed that she’s moving about so roughly. Which of course she is doing entirely on purpose
She doesn’t have to look hard. The shrill, overexcited yelling of children catches her attention, making quite the ruckus. So she follows the sound until three children come into view. Two girls she doesn’t know, a boy she remembers from her brief cleaning escapades. And a few weird animals running around. What even is this? she thinks. Though Raven doesn’t understand her thoughts, he can feel her emotions well enough and responds with his own level of uncertain curiosity and disinterest. If nothing else, it’s clear they’ve woken him up.
She makes her way over to the trio of children that really probably shouldn’t be hanging out by themselves in a forest in the middle of the night. Who knows what manner of monsters they might meet (herself included, though she has no foul intentions right now). “What are you all doing?” she asks, cutting into the clutter of their voices loudly enough to be heard. “You’re going to wake the dead.”
So here she is, wandering through trees and trying to make sure she doesn’t get herself lost. The trees aren’t particularly dense at least, so she’s unlikely to lose track of the sky and therefore, her way to orient herself. “You will be so much more useful when you can fly,” she grumbles at Raven. Normally she doesn’t concern herself with getting lost because Old Raven could fly and just tell her where to go. New Raven is too damn small to be of use, and currently he’s half asleep in her horns and just being annoyed that she’s moving about so roughly. Which of course she is doing entirely on purpose
She doesn’t have to look hard. The shrill, overexcited yelling of children catches her attention, making quite the ruckus. So she follows the sound until three children come into view. Two girls she doesn’t know, a boy she remembers from her brief cleaning escapades. And a few weird animals running around. What even is this? she thinks. Though Raven doesn’t understand her thoughts, he can feel her emotions well enough and responds with his own level of uncertain curiosity and disinterest. If nothing else, it’s clear they’ve woken him up.
She makes her way over to the trio of children that really probably shouldn’t be hanging out by themselves in a forest in the middle of the night. Who knows what manner of monsters they might meet (herself included, though she has no foul intentions right now). “What are you all doing?” she asks, cutting into the clutter of their voices loudly enough to be heard. “You’re going to wake the dead.”
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