the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Grinning towards Belial before letting his earthy eyes focus afresh on the thick webbing above them, Amhran wisely drops back to stand with Deimos so the other man's magic doesn't accidentally cause any potential arachnids to fall on his head. (Again, he has no cause to be afraid of spiders. Yet.) Once he's safely by the Sword's side, he nods and watches the web begin to twist and descend towards them - and of course they attract the attention of its owner.
"Is it meant to look like that?" Amhran asks in half a whisper as a voidweaver spider comes scuttling out and into the centre of the web, as if to investigate the prey that has surely become trapped within it. And now that the Raeling has cause to look even closer, the webbing itself doesn't look right either.
"Is it meant to look like that?" Amhran asks in half a whisper as a voidweaver spider comes scuttling out and into the centre of the web, as if to investigate the prey that has surely become trapped within it. And now that the Raeling has cause to look even closer, the webbing itself doesn't look right either.
