C A L L A
Calla considers getting up before deciding it's too much work, opting instead to remain in the dry grass, her arms a shield against the sun. The heat lays heavy as a blanket upon her prone form, and she's started to doze off when a buzz of activity draws her from her sleep. There's a muttering among the spirits, some warning, some amused: someone's coming, someone energetic and very, very alive.
Outside Calla's comfort zone, in other words.
She tenses, nervous, waiting for the other person to pop out from around the stairwell like an overzealous spook. But instead there are footsteps on the stairs above her, and then a bright, eager voice, and oh, no. Scrambling to her feet Calla darts out from the shadow, calling up a warning: "Oh, wait, I wouldn't--!" But it's too late, and Luci has already coalesced from a silken shadow to a prickly beast, a low growl rumbling in his fluffy chest, his violet eyes narrowed as he licks his lips, clearly wondering how spider might taste.
