When stunted hand earns place
with man By mere monstrosity
El was currently lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, mildly tipsy at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. The day had passed quite uneventfully, with George being out most of the day and no assignments from the Guild. El was running out of money, so they forced themself not to go shopping when they went out today. All they bought was a bottle of wine, the excellent price of which they couldn't resist.with man By mere monstrosity
They were pondering about what to do for dinner when they noticed some movement on the ceiling before them. Their eyes suddenly focused, and it took a few more seconds for them to recognize the next bit of movement across the white ceiling, something skittering. The thing was white, so it blended in well. Its eight legs are what gave it away for what it was: a cloud spider.
"Aw, shit," they said to themself now that they had to deal with this chore. From their time in Meadowreach, they had learned that the little buggers had tough-as-iron silk that could seriously damage things if allowed to accumulate. How this one got all the way to Torchline, they couldn't say. But it would have to return to the outdoors if El didn't want another annoying cleaning job on their hands. They sat up from the couch and began to look around the room for something that could reach the ceiling.
Alarms are struck and shore
is shook By sheer atrocity
is shook By sheer atrocity
Hawke
