As Edmund walked past, Zefira reached out to rap the top of his head with her knuckles smartly with a snort. "Aye, and keep your sass to yourself while you're at it, lad." Baring his fangs at her? Perhaps she would need to put some of the fear back in him before she left after all. But first things first: they had a spider to catch.
How hard could it be?
She followed him down, leaving the door open to let some light into the shadowed darkness. The room was dry, with a faint odor of grape must and dust and undertones of woody oak. There were racks of higher-quality bottled vintages, but the path along the stone floor that showed the most traffic headed for the casks of cheaper wine. Zef prowled behind Edmund curiously, amber eyes noting several bottles she'd like to get to know better before the night was over.
So it was that Edmund would be the first to notice the shine reflecting from the little black eyes of a young arachnid as it stumbled into the shadows at their approach, hiccuping adorably as it tried its drunken best to squeeze its little brown body beneath two large casks of red wine to hide.
How hard could it be?
She followed him down, leaving the door open to let some light into the shadowed darkness. The room was dry, with a faint odor of grape must and dust and undertones of woody oak. There were racks of higher-quality bottled vintages, but the path along the stone floor that showed the most traffic headed for the casks of cheaper wine. Zef prowled behind Edmund curiously, amber eyes noting several bottles she'd like to get to know better before the night was over.
So it was that Edmund would be the first to notice the shine reflecting from the little black eyes of a young arachnid as it stumbled into the shadows at their approach, hiccuping adorably as it tried its drunken best to squeeze its little brown body beneath two large casks of red wine to hide.
