ask no questions

She loved her mother, yes, but she didn’t necessarily miss her mother. Missing someone wasn’t really in their family DNA though. They were breed to believe in the ‘love em and leave em’ philosophy on life. It was hard to do what you needed to when emotions got in the way, she supposed. The Raven Queen had loved her home, had pulled it from the literal ashes of the volcano that destroyed it and had turned it into a legend. She used fear to create power and power to create fear. They were not the best methods, but they worked, and in her own strange way her mother had did what she thought was right.

Weaver’s methods would be her own. Perhaps not so different from her mother’s, but still, different. Methods designed to be better, to do more. She didn’t judge anyone for the method’s they chose though. Sometimes the high road will not take you where you need to go. She only judged those who did not try at all.

She is too new to know the history of the Basin that Amaris knows. She’s been learning the history, particularly the bits about their prejudice against wings. As one of their first and only winged members, she finds she has a particular interest in this topic. But she doesn’t yet know all that much, and certainly knows nothing of an invasion against the World’s Edge. She didn’t even know The Reaper, only his legend. But that was the past, and the future is a whole different beast. But with only three herds in a land, it seems entirely likely that history will repeat itself in some variation or another.

“Wraiths?” she asks as Amaris speaks of the Edge and her mother, forgetting to be polite and sensitive before the word is already out. “Sorry. You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to,” she adds,  because Amaris is not Erebos, and she’s not going to force the truth from her as she does him. Because burying the truth destroys him, and that does not seem to be the case here. At least, not as much.

“It sounds like a nice home. Though anywhere called the World’s Edge sounds intriguing, I admit.” Who wouldn’t want to say they’d been to the end of the world and back? “I’d be happy to show you around the Basin sometime if you want. Just don’t come waving the flag from the Edge. There’s been quite a number of you lately.” She gives Amaris a sly smile, as if making an exception for a friend. And in a way, she is. Because they didn’t just let everyone come wandering around there home. Though for now, before she returns to her much cooler home, she’ll just keep on appreciating the gold dragon and his cooling breath.

- weaver -

and you'll be told no lies