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She’s very content flying around. In truth, she’s very content as a raven, though maybe that’s just because it’s in her blood. Born of the Raven Queen, Weaver was destined to inherit some of her mother’s love for ravens. Though Weaver picked up a love of anything reckless and stupid as well, whereas her mother was composed and calculating. Unlike Weaver, her mother could die though.
Weaver happens to be flying by as the altar starts to hum. She would stop in midair, but she’s not a hummingbird and lacks that skill. Instead, she starts to circle the altar. Raven goes higher, out of the way of whatever might happen. Unlike his bonded, Raven is very capable of dying, and neither of them want that. Weaver spent a few weeks without him, and if she’s admitting things, it was basically hell. And back then they weren’t connected quite as they are now, and she doesn’t really want to find out what it’s like to lose him again.
Toulouse and Oizys both go scrambling back, though Toulouse is brave enough to go near the stuff. Weaver would grin at that, but she can’t with a beak, so instead she just watches until Oizys nearly pummels him out of the way. A slight caw escapes her lips, the quiet laugh of an amused bird. She circles lower, and finds that the air seems to be…better? She’s not sure what the word is for it. But it does feel pleasant.
“I’m hard to kill,” she says, beady black eyes looking mostly at Oizys before she sticks a claw into the blue liquid. Someone might as well find out what happens, and it’s not like it’s going to do that much damage to her. Worst case, some searing pain that doesn’t kill her. Best case, she feels awesome. Most likely case, she dies and comes right back.
- weaver -
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