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03-13-2017, 11:47 AM
There’s a lot of smiling and hugging and feeling happening here. It’s definitely not Weaver’s party. At all the sounds, Raven has moved to the edge of Weaver’s back, peeking out around her neck to see just exactly what’s going on. His attention drifts to the kitsune, curious about this fox with too many tails. Raven has spent a lot of time investigating from afar, but she can feel curiosity starting to win out in his veins. He’s young, fearful of straying too far from the safety of her back, but he’s growing bolder, getting closer to spending some actual time on his own.
A thought that both pleases her and makes her just a little bit panicky. She lost him once, but then again, once he was a creation of her mother’s magic. Now he was fully and totally hers, a piece of her soul that lived outside her body. She could not lose him again. But still, he needed to grow up, needed to scavenge on his own, needed to scout for her. He was far more useful when he served as her eyes. One day. Sooner than she might expect.
She tunes out Raven’s curiosity and back in to the conversation at hand in time to catch the stallion’s introduction. “New enough,” she says, because it’s true. They wouldn’t have had cause to meet other than the Time God’s summons, and who the hell was paying attention to anything other than the Time God and the new monarchs. She thinks he was probably there, but she wasn’t paying much mind to anyone other than her newfound God.
She listens to the conversation more before turning her attention back to Glasgow, things slowly shifting into place as the conversation progresses. “Did you make the greenhouse here?” she asks the pale, scared mare, trying not to stare at the scars too long. Curiosity will kill her and Raven both. He stares somewhat more openly, but it’s rather hard to tell where exactly those beady black eyes are looking, at least. Truthfully though, she is curious about the buildings around here. Because where she came from, they just didn’t exist. And it was, admittedly, pretty damn cool.
A thought that both pleases her and makes her just a little bit panicky. She lost him once, but then again, once he was a creation of her mother’s magic. Now he was fully and totally hers, a piece of her soul that lived outside her body. She could not lose him again. But still, he needed to grow up, needed to scavenge on his own, needed to scout for her. He was far more useful when he served as her eyes. One day. Sooner than she might expect.
She tunes out Raven’s curiosity and back in to the conversation at hand in time to catch the stallion’s introduction. “New enough,” she says, because it’s true. They wouldn’t have had cause to meet other than the Time God’s summons, and who the hell was paying attention to anything other than the Time God and the new monarchs. She thinks he was probably there, but she wasn’t paying much mind to anyone other than her newfound God.
She listens to the conversation more before turning her attention back to Glasgow, things slowly shifting into place as the conversation progresses. “Did you make the greenhouse here?” she asks the pale, scared mare, trying not to stare at the scars too long. Curiosity will kill her and Raven both. He stares somewhat more openly, but it’s rather hard to tell where exactly those beady black eyes are looking, at least. Truthfully though, she is curious about the buildings around here. Because where she came from, they just didn’t exist. And it was, admittedly, pretty damn cool.
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