Hadama waited with quiet patience while Everest considered his suggestion, the mermanta watching the spider in its stubborn rebuilding of its web that had been torn down anew every morning so the breakfast cook could use the oven. There was something admirable about its refusal to give up even in the face of insurmountable odds, but if the young innovator from Stormbreak couldn't make use of the creature Hadama had already steeled himself to put a permanent end to it.
Luckily Everest was interested; or at least, willing to try. It was the mermanta's turn to think for a moment before nodding and swimming into the wet half of the little cooking area. "I do." He reached up into one of the low cabinets to retrieve an empty glass jar with a metal lid that had once been destined to hold jam. Now, it would hold something far more leggy.
The careful wielding of a small paring knife resulted in several small holes poked in the jar's lid and then Hadama turned his attention back to the spider, which had paused at his nearness, all eight eyes turned towards the large, dark, moving mountain that approached it. It started to turn, preparing to fling webbing at the potential predator--
Emerald eyes gleaming, Hadama called forth a tiny storm, the localized winds and small cloud that formed above the spider forcing it to cling to its webbing or risk being blown away by its own bulbous abdomen. Its moment of distraction was enough for Hadama to reach in with swift, deft fingers, scooping it into the jar and twisting the lid firmly shut. As the storm dissipated he offered the stunned arachnid to Everest with a grateful nod. "Will this work?"
Luckily Everest was interested; or at least, willing to try. It was the mermanta's turn to think for a moment before nodding and swimming into the wet half of the little cooking area. "I do." He reached up into one of the low cabinets to retrieve an empty glass jar with a metal lid that had once been destined to hold jam. Now, it would hold something far more leggy.
The careful wielding of a small paring knife resulted in several small holes poked in the jar's lid and then Hadama turned his attention back to the spider, which had paused at his nearness, all eight eyes turned towards the large, dark, moving mountain that approached it. It started to turn, preparing to fling webbing at the potential predator--
Emerald eyes gleaming, Hadama called forth a tiny storm, the localized winds and small cloud that formed above the spider forcing it to cling to its webbing or risk being blown away by its own bulbous abdomen. Its moment of distraction was enough for Hadama to reach in with swift, deft fingers, scooping it into the jar and twisting the lid firmly shut. As the storm dissipated he offered the stunned arachnid to Everest with a grateful nod. "Will this work?"
