What would Erebos think, if he knew she wouldn’t give two shits about his birthright. Prince was a worthless title, one that doesn’t define you unless you let it. How does she know? She’s a princess, of course. Does she look like a princess? Well, maybe. In her own way, she is beautiful and wild and entitled. But she works for what she’s given. She’s as young as their General, but that doesn’t stop her. Birthrights and age are meaningless. His willingness to charge a bear to protect another means something. The blood that pours from his wound but doesn’t deter him means something. He has nothing to prove. Just a thicker skin to grow. But they don’t have time to wax poetic.

The girl manages to move, but little else, and it’s clear she’s got no instinct at all. Now is not a time for lessons or lectures on flight versus fight. Naturally, a horse would flee. Would at least run the hell away from the bear. But no, this girl just stands there, and Weaver is stuck guarding her while her comrades throw themselves into battle with a bear. As far as she’s aware, they can all die. Maybe not Beloved, but she only thinks that because of the way the pale mare worships the immortal, but Weaver doesn’t actually know.

If anyone should be next to those bear’s claws, it’s her. It’d hurt like bloody hell, but she’d just pop back up if he struck too deep. But they fight anyway, not caring that they might get hurt, might die. Erebos does get hurt, and the blood that flows freely doesn’t stop him from returning to the fray. She motions with her head for the girl to move, trying to get her behind some of the shrubby trees in this place. Not the best cover, but enough.

Willing Raven to keep an eye on the frightened mammoth of a child, Weaver steps forward, careful to keep herself between the bear and Vertigo. She can’t leave the girl completely unprotected. Some tiny part of her already tiny heart isn’t that cruel. But she can’t just watch her comrades fight either and do nothing to help.

She waits for a moment when the bear is distracted; when hopefully it won’t have time to notice that Vertigo is somewhat unguarded (though Weaver tries to stay on the path between Vertigo and the bear). When she thinks she’s got the best moment she’s going to get, the bear after someone else, she charges, tucking her wings to her side and lowering her head, aiming all seven horns toward the bear’s side. If she’s lucky, it’ll distract the bear long enough for Erebos to land his blow on the bear’s chest, to end this for good. If she’s unlucky…actually no, she doesn’t want to ponder that scenario. Lucky sounds better.

No matter what, she keeps herself between the bear and Vertigo as best she possibly can. When she’s hit or missed or whatever else happens, she’ll go straight back to the girl, back to playing guard. Assuming she can still walk. But she’s hoping there will be no need for that. She’s hoping this comes to an end.

- weaver -