Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Spiders falling upon anyone might’ve been unfortunate; and had it been with anyone else or not with potentially dangerous ones, he might’ve included the notions for future pranks. Alas, instead it was practicality and carefulness. Scrupulous and meticulous with his control, the webbing lowered down so they could spy and peruse the wares – Which were definitely void filled. He’d never seen anything quite like this structure and pieces; off-kilter and jarring, combined with energy, rather than silken. “No.” Pointing out the errors and flaws in its design, his brows remained furrowed in concentration. Eyes narrowing, he kept his incantations intact and fluid as he began to create a jar in between his hands; large enough to encompass the entire meshing, netting, and latticework of the arachnid, and itself. “Can you hold this?” If Amhran could ensure the container was steady, it’d be much easier to pluck and snare the entire thing in one fell swoop.
