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Her childhood was mountains and woods, and she’d grown up training in conditions not unlike the Basin. It has been a year or more since she’d cared enough to train, and though her muscles are beginning to remember, she can’t pretend she isn’t sore. Or that the hot springs aren’t a welcome way to spend part of a day. Her home hadn’t been nearly as cold, and though the ground was often slick with rain or leaves, less so with snow and ice. She didn’t live in a world of so much permafrost as a girl.

She hadn’t lived anywhere, recently, and treks had been by land and sky. Her muscles became used to a whole new way of living, moving, never quite ceasing. She found herself both content to call somewhere home and restless, muscles twitching for something new to do. If nothing else, she looked forward to the promised spar with the young General. It would be an ass-whopping, she knew, but that didn’t matter. It was something different, and different was needed. She could stay, and she liked the idea of staying, but her muscles have never completely agreed.

The pools are warm and refreshing and lovely here though, and she could certainly get used to them as a permanent thing in her life. Raven is careful to keep himself tucked in her horns, hating the water himself. She’s tempted to dunk him into the water and see if that’s enough to get the bird to finally fly the nest, but she can’t bring herself to be that cruel to Raven. She’d only just found him again, and she couldn’t risk losing him. It might break whatever semblance of a heart she had.

Besides, it’s probably not the time for teasing companions as another joins. He’s rather obviously on the other side of the water from him, and it’s tempting to slide closer, tease him for being so far away. But she doesn’t, some gut feeling suggesting he may not like it. Beloved’s laugh and warning about her wings (given too late, might Weaver add) flit back into her mind, so like normal in this place, she keeps the wings tucked to her side and doesn’t make a fuss. Her good behavior can’t last forever, but it can last long enough.

She laughs at his question, amused and agreeing. “I grew up in the mountains. Can’t say I’ve entirely missed how exhausting they are.” Her voice is light and easy. She doesn’t know if he thinks twice about her wings or not, but even the suspicious of it is kept from her voice. It has always been easy for Weaver to play though. Especially with handsome boys. “Weaver,” she offers, because for now, playing nice is her best path forward in this place. Besides, sometimes she is actually somewhat nice. "And this is Raven. He hates the water, and apparently hates flying." She tosses her head slightly and he squawks, clinging to her horns for balance. "I'm not going to toss you, bird," she says with a groan. Pretending like he's not entirely right to be slightly wary. He would fly one of these days.

- weaver -

and you'll be told no lies