They certainly sound like something, the other mare says, and Weaver can’t help but laugh at that. It’s an amused, head thrown back kind of laugh, careless and wild as she always is. “Yea, something sounds about right.” She nods her head in the direction of the Basin as she replies, setting off with a glance back to make sure the girl was following. The trees of the Threshold clear, and she looks to the other Pegasus. “We can walk if you want a grand tour, or we can fly and I can point out the tiny specks of landmarks.”

She waits for Eve to answer, happy to do whatever she picks. “I should probably add the Basin has a weird history with Pegasi. They are cool now, but you might hear stories.” It seems only fair to warn the girl. Beloved had sort of warned Weaver, but it’d mostly been in laughs and half-sentences. Rikyn had been the one to give her the full story, one that she was not allowed to repeat. So she keeps shut on that, instead walking/flying as Eve wants, pointing out landmarks and asking questions along the way.

If they are flying, Weaver lands before the entrance to the Basin. It’s a thing she’s just gotten used to, walking into the Basin. Some of it stems from the fact she’s still basically the only Pegasus here (thankfully that might change), and some of it stems from the fact it’s really hard to fly over a mountain. Timing the winds just right is a game, and one she’s not overly good at. It’s distinctly cooler up here than the Threshold, ice already forming in some places. It’d be a hell of a winter, and she was thankful for the cape that Vertigo had made her. Not that she was wearing it right now, but she’d had to go get it soon. It was currently tucked away in the cave she’d finally made home.

She leads Eve further into the Basin, heading toward the lake since it’s central in the herd. They’d need to find someone to accept the girl. “What do you think?” she asks. It’s a shame it’s not night yet, but soon, the sky would be filled with dancing ribbons of light. That, at least, was a thing worth staying for.

but satisfaction brought it back

She’s neither relieved or disappointed to fly. Weaver’s never really cared what method she’s traveled by. Flying is faster, so she flies to get from point A to point B when the journey doesn’t matter. But walking and running are great ways to stay in shape, so she never minds a good trek across Helovia if her company can’t (or doesn’t want) to fly. She’d like to think that when the girl chooses to fly it’s because she’s eager to see the Basin, though Weaver has absolutely no idea if this is true or not. She’ll stick to the assumption though, pleased with the idea of someone being eager to see and hopefully live in the Basin. They had a good, motley crew there, but they could definitely use a few more eager beavers’ running around.  

The girl doesn’t comment on the pegasi thing, and Weaver is sort of grateful. There was some stuff she could say that wouldn’t infringe on her confidentiality agreement with Rikyn. Not that that agreement extended beyond Erebos, really, but once secrets got out, they were hard to contain. Weaver wasn’t stupid, and she knew the stories were better kept to herself. Let Rikyn spread them, should he choose, or someone else. She wouldn’t be the source that sprung the leak that eventually might get back to their General. Though Weaver could hold her own in a fight, she didn’t doubt that Rikyn would weak some havoc on her in revenge.

Weaver’s taken for granted how used to the slush and ice she’d become, landing with an ease that only comes with practice. Fighting in this stuff was a different story, and it never did get easier to deal with that underfoot when she was also trying to beat the crap out of her fellow herd mates for practice. Eve does well enough, and Weaver lets her take in the sight, happy to answer questions or stay silent as the girl wants. Sometimes a bit of quiet time to enjoy it all is enough.

The silence doesn’t last as Rikyn comes to join them, her title on his lips. It’s rare she actually hears her title, given that it’s one of little consequence. “This is Eve,” she says to Rikyn, nodding at the girl with a slight smile. He introduces himself politely, and Weaver’s amber eyes sparkle mischeviously. “Waiting? What, is my company so terrible it counts as waiting?” Her tone is entirely playful, and it’s clear enough she doesn’t mean it. Weaver just can’t help herself sometimes. Actually, she can’t help herself almost always, not just sometimes.

but satisfaction brought it back

Weaver’s glad to find the girl has a sense of humor, catching on to the quip with a giggle and playing along in her own way. Time flies, really, gone faster than she can blink an eye sometimes. There’s already plenty to do, and when there isn’t something to do, she’s fills her fake spare time with training or exploring. There’s still quite a lot Weaver doesn’t know about Helovia, so she spends what little time she can learning bits and pieces. Rikyn was pretty solid company for teaching her tidbits, though she still owed him a story of her own sometime. Probably the four horsemen, because that was one of the more exciting parts of her life, though her entire life has been one type of trouble after another. She’d say she attracted it, but really, she probably caused it just as much as she actually attracted it.

Rikyn seemed like amused, and it’s a shame she can’t read his mind. That would be a delicious conversation really, if she could, though in some ways he’s not wrong. Weaver enjoys flirting, enjoys teasing, enjoys toying with the boys around her. She is also attracted to power – there’s something to be said for titles and bloodlines, after all – and Rikyn is certainly on the list of doable friends. The thing that stops her is the repercussions of that decision. The world is not ready for little Weaver’s running around.

“Are you insinuating everyone else thinks I’m boring? Because I’m fascinating, Lord Rikyn,” she says, emphasizing his title for effect. What effect, exactly, she couldn’t say, but it seems like a good idea. She lets it drop there though as he turns his attention to Eve, because really, this is about Eve and getting her to stay put in the Basin and all that. Weaver’s eyes drift back to the other mare, who was also fascinating, from what little Weaver knew about her. She came from a very different sort of world.

Rikyn dives into jobs, and there’s really not much for Weaver to add. “If you have questions about any of them, we can try to answer, or point you in the direction of those that hold those jobs now,” she offers, figuring that’s the most she can do at this point, having no idea what Eve is interested in. Eve doesn’t necessarily look like a solider, as Rikyn had pointed out, but neither does Weaver, so she figures anything is possible. They could always use more savage amazons, after all.