i don't rise from the ashes, i make them.
Her emotions were his and his emotions were hers. Which was always interesting when they warred with one another, Raven usually annoyed and Weaver usually excited. But when they were aligned it was a whole different, beautiful sort of story. Like trying to steal the shell from the mermaid. They couldn’t speak yet, but they didn’t really have to. He knew her heart, and he knew her games, and he was clever to begin with. Maybe Raven didn’t have ridiculous talons or an insanely sharp beak, but he was a clever little shit, and she loved him for it.
The conversation keeps up with the Basin army, though shifting to them as a whole. Weaver nods. They needed to learn to work together. They’d done well with the bear, but still, Weaver had expected to get hit by one of her own companions as much as she expected to get hit by the bear. They needed training together too, and not just one of one on the battlefield. Weaver, for her part, also needed to get herself some armor and some experience, needed to try to make up for her tiny size and lack of strength. She had no choice but to keep getting beat up on the battlefield.
“What do you think Kaos wants?” she asks, changing topics a bit. But only a bit, because wasn’t he exactly what they trained for? Well that, and power. Erebos had shared his dream with her, and Weaver dreamed it too. She had already dreamed it before, but she did even more now. But like Wessex, Weaver doesn’t think they’ll be trying to stop him from invading the Basin necessarily. That seems like a small prize for Kaos. She thinks he wants more than that, but she’s curious what others think.
I'm the whole fucking fire.
- weaver -
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