ask no questions

She hadn’t been entirely sure that she was going to join this particular patrol. Why? No real reason, other than Weaver rarely does anything because she planned to. She never planned to stay in Helovia. She just sort of wandered into the place and decided like it seemed like the right place. She never planned to come to the Basin. Honestly, it’d been her only option at the time, but it also seemed like the right option, and she wasn’t sorry she called it home. Hell, she never planned to face the four horsemen of the apocalypse, she just sort of answered the call of magic as any child would - with curiosity and without fear.

That particular experience shaped her. Changed her from just a spoiled little child (she still is, in a way) into the warrior she’s become. She is not built for it, certainly. She’d built to be in Ode’s place, sitting in temples and communing with Gods. But she does not sit, and she doesn’t care for devotion. Her temperament might suit the sleuths well, willing to trick and sneak and take what she wants without ever being seen. She cares little for honor, about fighting your opponent face to face. Life is not fair, deal with it.

But she loves to fight. She loves to throw herself into danger like a fool, because she knows even a fatal blow cannot stop her. It’s a nice little pause button, and hell, it definitely hurts. But then she just pops on over to say hello to her friend Death and then pops on back to the real world for a while. She loves the thrill of never being entirely sure what’s going to happen to her in those moments. Loves the danger, the impossibility of her actually winning a fight against the mammoths that make up most armies. She loves being everything and anything you wouldn’t expect from her.

She is small and beautiful and wild. She doesn’t look like a girl that would relish scars. But she does. And she loves danger. So despite not planning to follow Erebos, in the end, she does. Curiosity and recklessness lead her to the Marsh, flying to catch up with the General and that dude who went with them. Eventually she finds the two black stallions. Of course they are both black, which makes them harder to find. But thankfully Raven can spot them easily, and he ends up being the one to lead her to them.

She lands not too far away, walking up to them with a quiet nicker, otherwise being careful not to disturb the quiet too much. “Care for a third?” she asks. Raven lands on her back a moment later, offering his own eyes to help them look. To find anything they possibly can. Destroy bones, as this Ode guy suggests. Once, she might have been tempted to go find Kaos to see if he could promise her more than the Basin could. Now though? Now, in truth, she finds that she cares too much for the Basin, that the idea of weakening Kaos in any way is thrilling.

- weaver -

and you'll be told no lies