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The storm finally relents. Raven picks his head up from the seed as it does, itching as he so often does to take off into the night. She can sense his eagerness through their bond, but her amber eyes are trained on Nox, on the way his body just stops bleeding as soon as the sky stops throwing a temper tantrum. More than that, he starts glowing. A Cheshire grin splits her lips and she pushes herself up from her place against the wall and comes to join him, hooves moving through his pools of blood like they aren’t even there, standing perhaps just a hair too close to the Time Mender. If she notices she’s too close, she doesn’t show it, and the move is either deliberate or she’s obvious to personal space. For anyone that knows her well enough though, they’d know she’s obvious to very little. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” she teases, though there’s some truth to those words. There was far more than meets the eye with him.

His next comment almost takes her off guard, though she doesn’t let the shock creep into her carefully painted face. “Funny thing, for a girl who lives in darkness to find the light.” If she was being honest, it made some sense though. She’d fought her whole life, and though she loved it, love of fighting in and of itself was not enough reason to fight. At least, it was not reason enough to fight when she put her life on the line for others, which was mostly fine because she was damn hard to kill. However, she could die in battle, though she kept that method under lock and key in her own mind. There was a possibility that in those instances, she would simply die for someone she barely knew. For that and that alone, she had to find something worthwhile in this world.

At his next comment, she lets her mask drop just a bit, her eyes studying him. She says nothing, entirely incapable of taking a compliment. She was self-assured and full of personality all the time, until now. She doesn’t know how to navigate these waters, where they tread too close to something real and beautiful and terrifying. She is saved, thankfully, by a caw from Raven as Mortuus turns his attention to the bird, speaking what she assumes is Latin at her companion. Raven seems to understand, bobbing his head once in a strange sort of agreement.

“It doesn’t sound odd,” she says when he thanks her. She understands that dying is a blessing, in its own way. She is uniquely lucky not to fear it, really. Most fear it and those that don’t simply do not die at all. Weaver sits in a strange in-between, and she can tell Mortuus all about what it’s like to die and what it’s like to live again. Sometimes death hurts like a mother, and sometimes it’s peaceful and beautiful, like a wonderful night’s sleep. She’s died more than one, after all, and is quickly becoming an expert.

She follows him to the front of the cave. Raven caws, hopping between her legs until he’s out in the open, taking off into the silver night sky. He soars in front of them, dotting her vision with wings outspread, cawing again. “I think Raven agrees that it is a beautiful night,” she says with a laugh, and it’s strangely light for her. Still, she is close to him. It would be easy to brush against his skin, but she doesn’t, keeping just a breath of space between them. “I suppose I should join him before he gets himself killed. Keep your wolf pelt with you though. In these times, you never know when you might need it. Best advice a Corporal can give you.”

She winks at him slightly, amber eyes casting a sideways glance to him before she shifts. Bones and flesh tear and reform and the pain, like always, is impossible. Weaver is an impossible girl though, and she can live with the pain. She takes off, swooping in front of the cave, showing off as she loops around with the ease that comes from flying as raven. “And Mortuus,” she calls, slowing her flight away from him slightly. Her voice is slightly strange through the beak, though it’s still unmistakably her voice. “You are far more than a mere Time Mender.” With that, she disappears into the evening, chasing her bonded through the sky.

- weaver -

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