Rainforest Cliffs
ask no questions
She keeps her mouth shut. It’s just sort of the better option for her sometimes. Not that she’s necessarily against Kaos and what he says, but she’s just so damn sick and tired of being played with in someone else’s game. How did she go about getting her own pile of power so the ‘gods’ could stop fucking with her? She wasn’t their toy, wasn’t their pawn or their puppet or their means to an end. She was her own, through and through, and the idea of being shuffled about and supposedly spared when she was never even asked has got her pissed.
So she keeps her mouth shut. There are plenty in the crowd that she recognizes, but she doesn’t make her way over to them. She watches them, keeping an eye on the horses she was supposed to protect back in Helovia. Weaver had failed then, hadn’t even had a shot, but at least she could keep an eye on them here. She’d probably fail again when Kaos decided just to smite them all, but maybe by then she’ll have managed to earn enough power to at least not be so helpless.
He commands them to go explore and learn, and she does, leaving the group behind to go listen to more commands from some god she doesn’t care about. Maybe the fairies of her childhood had been better. Wicked things, but mostly, they left Weaver alone.
- weaver -
and you'll be told no lies
