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Being new to someplace isn’t necessarily strange to her. She’d wandered for a year, flitting from one place to the next as a guest or a prisoner or whatever situtation she happened to stumble into. But being new in the place she calls home is a strange feeling. She’d been a princess, daughter of one of the most feared rulers in her own home, a force to be reckoned with herself. She didn’t have her mother’s magic, but she’d faced Death as a child and come back to tell the tale, wore the fearlessness her resurrection gave her on her sleeve. She still does, of course, though no one here knows the tale as others in her homeland did. The name of her mother means nothing here (a thing both good and bad).
She didn’t like being unknown though. She liked not being known for being her mother’s daughter. She liked that she could make her own name. She just wanted to change the fact she was just a face in the crowd. Because she wasn’t. Oh, she was so much more than a damn face in the crowd. But it starts simple. With getting to know the other members of her herd. With spars, with learning how to fight with finense and not by the skin of her teeth. She could fight for the fact she was determined and fearless, but even she would admit she didn’t have a clue what she was doing. A blade that still needed to be honed. A wayward knife that got lucky to hit its’ mark. She planned to be sharp and true.
So today she wanders the Basin, looking for someone else, because she really did need to get to know the members of this place. Play nice and all that. Weaver is wandering with no actual plan though when a brown and white mare catches her attention. A new face, and so Weaver goes to catch up to the mare, halting when the girl trips and starts talking to herself. Weaver lingers, hanging back until the time seems right, and then comes up when the mare seems to be speaking to her. “Meant to do what?” she asks, purposefully playing dumb. It’s likely obvious, but she’s trying to be nice, give the mare an easy out. “I’m Weaver,” she offers instead. Gotta play nice with the neighbors, right?
- weaver -
and you'll be told no lies
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