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04-28-2017, 11:43 AM
She’d probably have to reevaluate her life choices if she knew we was being considered ‘warm like Tia’, because she’s pretty sure she is nothing like Tiamat. Not that there was anything wrong with their Lady. She suited the Basin, balanced out Rikyn and the collection of slightly less than savory horses in the Basin. There were a number of them. Or at least, many of them were blunt, no bullshit, definitely not full of warm fuzzies. Tia, somehow, despite her company and the cold temperature of her home, was nice and warm and fuzzy though. Which is fine, it works for the Ocean’s Light, but that’s not Weaver’s plan. She’s aiming for badass and scary a little bit surprising. Maybe this is where she’s going with surprising. Good job Weaver.
Weaver lets her work, content to watch. It’s not a life altering thing, watching the other mare ply her trade, but it is entertaining. Despite the fact Weaver the Weaver would be a fantastic title, this does not make her suddenly want to become a weaver. She is a solider, through and through. But she can appreciate the time and attention the Vertigo puts into the cloak though, her grin growing as it begins to take shape.
Vertigo looks up from her work when it’s nearly done, asking if Weaver likes it. Her grin is wide and pleased as she nods. “That is better than I imagined it,” she says, finding she means that. Raven caws his agreement. He plucks a few more feathers from his wings, offering them to the large unicorn, along with the collection he and Weaver had already brought. Weaver smiles at her companion for a moment. He liked to collect things, but he also liked to share his many possessions. At least he wasn’t completely selfish. “Thank you Vertigo.”
Weaver lets her work, content to watch. It’s not a life altering thing, watching the other mare ply her trade, but it is entertaining. Despite the fact Weaver the Weaver would be a fantastic title, this does not make her suddenly want to become a weaver. She is a solider, through and through. But she can appreciate the time and attention the Vertigo puts into the cloak though, her grin growing as it begins to take shape.
Vertigo looks up from her work when it’s nearly done, asking if Weaver likes it. Her grin is wide and pleased as she nods. “That is better than I imagined it,” she says, finding she means that. Raven caws his agreement. He plucks a few more feathers from his wings, offering them to the large unicorn, along with the collection he and Weaver had already brought. Weaver smiles at her companion for a moment. He liked to collect things, but he also liked to share his many possessions. At least he wasn’t completely selfish. “Thank you Vertigo.”
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