ask no questions

She would sit here until she was wrinkled, shriveled like a prune until there’s was just a tiny black and white Weaver left floating around on the surface. She’d come back, after all, so killing herself by staying in the hot springs too long really wasn’t the worst way to go. But Rikyn gets out, and she watches him for a moment, in no particular rush even if he is right in moving. Maybe she’d just end up cooking herself from the inside out before she turned into a Weaver-colored rune. Only one way to find out, but perhaps, she shouldn’t stay too long.

But it’s hard to leave. The Tallsun air is warm at least, making getting out of the hot springs still somewhat pleasant. There’s part of her that imagines she might be fool enough to slip into the hot springs during Frostfall, but then she really would just stay in there till she died because hell, winter was going to be a bitch. Best not to think about that now though, when the days are still beautiful albeit hot as balls when she leaves the north.  

He takes his time answering. She gets out the pool as he wanders toward his things. She has no possessions other than the chain around her horns and Raven, neither of which required removing and putting back on. Raven removed himself whenever he felt like it, and put himself back on when he grew tired of flying.

His answer makes sense. It’s a struggle you can’t really win. Did they want to lose recruits simply because they bore wings on their back? The reasons to hate or fear her had nothing to do with the feathers that grew from her shoulders. There were too many unseen things to care much about what lay on the outside so much. Or perhaps they just assumed that all wings acted like her, were made of fire and brimstone and the inability to care who got hurt in their wake. But she’s seen Beloved in action, and somehow she can’t believe that she’s the only one like her.

“It was a pleasure, Rikyn,” she says, letting their train of conversation die there. The next question on her lips is to ask him how he felt about her, but she had her suspicions. Perhaps it was better if she didn’t know for sure, didn’t find yet more reason to prove them all wrong. Prove that she was worth far more than meets the eye. She already fights that fight on the battlefield, she did not need that fight in her daily life. Besides, it is clear enough that he’s moving on for the evening as well. “Until next time,” she gives him a nod, and then heads off, away from the hot springs and the unasked questions. She’d save them for a rainy day.

- weaver -

and you'll be told no lies