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She actually does laugh this time. It’s fucking hilarious. How do you not laugh as the lightning cracks through the sky and yells at them. I mean, it’s not like it has a voice, but it’s giant letters that are very clearly not happy. Which is about right, really, because Aisling had been made Lady and then just up and disappeared and yea, that seems pretty crappy and stupid when your God had appointed you.
By the time she finds Rikyn, there’s a few there already, and the God of the Spark still hanging around. Weaver slows her pace some, not that she was exactly running, but feeling like this is one of those moments where it’s better for her to be just slightly late. Tiamat and Rikyn are already talking, and Erebos is there, and for a moment she just lets them have it. It’s their moment. Lord, Lady and family. But then Toulouse is joining them and she figures their moment is over, and she makes her way into the group.
“Well well, Lord Rikyn,” she says with a grin, words full of her usual playful teasing. “Your name is writ in the sky. I expect great things.” In truth, she can see why the God picked him. More than the last choice, even. He cared enough not to fail, but not so much that it would break him. At least, that’s what she thinks from their short interactions, though in truth, she doesn’t know the new Lord well. But that seemed likely to change if he was to lead them all to greatness. “I’m at your service.”
They all wanted greatness, didn’t they?
By the time she finds Rikyn, there’s a few there already, and the God of the Spark still hanging around. Weaver slows her pace some, not that she was exactly running, but feeling like this is one of those moments where it’s better for her to be just slightly late. Tiamat and Rikyn are already talking, and Erebos is there, and for a moment she just lets them have it. It’s their moment. Lord, Lady and family. But then Toulouse is joining them and she figures their moment is over, and she makes her way into the group.
“Well well, Lord Rikyn,” she says with a grin, words full of her usual playful teasing. “Your name is writ in the sky. I expect great things.” In truth, she can see why the God picked him. More than the last choice, even. He cared enough not to fail, but not so much that it would break him. At least, that’s what she thinks from their short interactions, though in truth, she doesn’t know the new Lord well. But that seemed likely to change if he was to lead them all to greatness. “I’m at your service.”
They all wanted greatness, didn’t they?
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