Ravens caws above her, unsettled, flying about the Basin like he cannot bring himself to sit still. She lets him go, keeping a hold on their bond to make sure she is alright, but she’s not sure why he’s so anxious. There is something though, something wrong, something heavy in the air like…ah. The voice cracks across the Basin like lightning, but without the usual storm. She knows their God’s voice well, but there is something wrong in it now too, or so it seems. Raven comes back, cawing again, something silver and sharp dangling from a chain in his beak. “What did you find?” He doesn’t answer, of course, but flies down toward her, helping her pull the chain over her neck. The pendant is long and black, the end almost deadly sharp.

She grins at her companion, pleased with the gift through curious where he might have found such a thing. It’s something that deserves some thought, but she doesn’t have time to really think about it. Maybe the world really is ending and the Gods are just reigning weapons down on them in preparation. Little does she know how impressive of a weapon it is, but she doesn’t stop to examine the necklace more. Instead, she sets off, trying to find the others. Now is not the time to stand around alone, though she’s tempted to fly off and see if she can figure out just what is going on.

Instead, she finds Wessex and Erebos, their Haurspex and General. Though were they now? Was there a herd left to protect, a god left to speak to, or were they on their own now? Somehow, it felt like the latter might be true. Weaver has only truly followed Death as her God – she bears his rune on her chest, after all. Still, she didn’t quite understand how Sparky could just desert them, how Earthy had done it to his herd. Some Gods. Erebos is speaking into the cave, calling for the only horse around that might have more of a clue than they do. Weaver joins them, her cape askew, trailing on the ground off her right side. Raven caws again from the sky, unable to still himself, and she’s starting to worry. He is never like this.

“Kaos?” she asks, half a question, half a statement. It must have something to do with him, there is no other option – but what, exactly, did it all mean? She stops beside Erebos, his eyes to the sky like their Gods might answer. Maybe their Gods didn’t even know. She would pray to Death, but he would not answer. He wasn’t that type of god, though she suspects they may see him soon.

- weaver -