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04-02-2017, 09:27 AM
Ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies
“Depends on your definitely of family,” she says bluntly. She didn’t just call every member of the Basin brother or sister. She would protect them, yes, but that didn’t mean she had to like them. Okay fine, maybe that is the exact definition of siblings. She hadn’t exactly loved her three brothers all the time, but she’s protected them too. Well, the younger ones, anyway. Erebor never needed her help, all boring stotic mountain breed to be a fighter. They did not share a fighter, which is how she ended up so much weaker and smaller than her ridiculous brothers.
Still, she lets the statement linger, because it’s the sort of thing that she does. Even though there’s something about him that she likes. He seems slippery and sly, very much like the snake that seems to be bringing seashells. You could be bringing things, she thinks at Raven, despite the fact he cannot understand her at all. He’ll pick up on her huffy attitude, and then he will promptly ignore it and keep collecting the shinnies for himself. Raven was terrible at sharing.
She’s about to say more, but there’s another voice, one that is instantly familiar. Tia. Always happy and bubbly and despite this, Weaver can’t quite bring herself to dislike the mare. Not that Weaver does happy and bubbly real well. But she seemed like a strong enough leader, and she, unlike the Tiny Clever One (who’s name Weaver can’t be bothered with) hasn’t up and disappeared. Then the whale is bursting out of the ocean behind the Ocean’s Light and Weaver puts two and two together.
Toulouse is far less blunt than Weaver. “You go for a swim?” Because the Lady was definitely not visible a moment ago, so she was definitely under the water somewhere. Not that this entirely surprises Weaver, given that the mare looks like the ocean put her together in the first place. “What exactly are you building? Though whatever it is, it will need some defenses.” She says with a grin, always the warrior, and she sets to helping. Well, mostly digging. Everything needed a moat. And a wall. And whatever else she could manage to build with sand.
Still, she lets the statement linger, because it’s the sort of thing that she does. Even though there’s something about him that she likes. He seems slippery and sly, very much like the snake that seems to be bringing seashells. You could be bringing things, she thinks at Raven, despite the fact he cannot understand her at all. He’ll pick up on her huffy attitude, and then he will promptly ignore it and keep collecting the shinnies for himself. Raven was terrible at sharing.
She’s about to say more, but there’s another voice, one that is instantly familiar. Tia. Always happy and bubbly and despite this, Weaver can’t quite bring herself to dislike the mare. Not that Weaver does happy and bubbly real well. But she seemed like a strong enough leader, and she, unlike the Tiny Clever One (who’s name Weaver can’t be bothered with) hasn’t up and disappeared. Then the whale is bursting out of the ocean behind the Ocean’s Light and Weaver puts two and two together.
Toulouse is far less blunt than Weaver. “You go for a swim?” Because the Lady was definitely not visible a moment ago, so she was definitely under the water somewhere. Not that this entirely surprises Weaver, given that the mare looks like the ocean put her together in the first place. “What exactly are you building? Though whatever it is, it will need some defenses.” She says with a grin, always the warrior, and she sets to helping. Well, mostly digging. Everything needed a moat. And a wall. And whatever else she could manage to build with sand.
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