i don't rise from the ashes, i make them.
Sometimes she is more productive, like today, taking herself to the Threshold. It’s sometimes nice to get out of the overly chilly Basin, though she finds she doesn’t mind the temperature in the north as much as she might expect. The cape from Vertigo probably helps, and she wears it now, the tail end of it hanging off her right side and just barely missing the ground. Vertigo had done a good job with the length of the thing, though Raven still caws at her in dismay and flaps about, trying to tug the cape back over her as she walks.
She finally stops outside the Threshold’s forest long enough to let him fix the cape so it drapes nicely over her back, and then he settles himself down into the middle of her back and begins pulling the cape around him like a nest. That makes more sense, because he’s never been so selfish as to just clean her up. Weaver is always presentable, but in a purposefully messy sort of way. Her mane and tail are long and wild, though not really tangled or dirty. She carries herself like she’s lived here forever, not less than a year, and she moves with with ease through the forest.
It’s rare she’s disappointed when she comes to the Threshold. Not to say she takes home every potential recruit she finds, but rather, she usually at least finds someone to talk to. Today will not disappoint her either. A while-faced, brown-bodied mare who looks reasonably pleasant (not that pleasant is a requirement for Weaver). “Hello,” she calls, closing the distance between them. Raven caws from his nest on her back, his own hello, before going back to being relatively uninterested in the happenings of horses.
Another beats her to the punch though and joins them, diving straight into some spiel. Weaver’s direct and all, but damn, that’s pretty quick to the punch. The mare doesn’t state where she’s from or what she’s doing in the Threshold, though after a moment, Weaver recognizes her from their short encounter in the Basin. “The Mountain that Knows, long time no see,” she says casually, as if Isopia hadn’t just information dumped on the girl in the Threshold. She turns her attention to the new mare then, adding, “I’m Weaver, from the Aurora Basin, which is one of those three herds,” but she leaves it at that for now, because it’s more than enough for a casual hello. Her attention drifts back to Isopia, though she keeps the other mare in the conversation as well. “My magic stayed with me when I came.” It’s partially a question, but mostly just an observation.
I'm the whole fucking fire.
- weaver -
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Also sorry for the awkward last paragraph Iso add in, I saw her post right as I finished mine...I tried to fix it, lol
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