So those cloud spiders that were going everywhere and getting into everything and leaving their Frey-damned webs all over other people's stuff? Yeah. Fuck those guys.
This was the refrain going through Tal's head as he stood in chest-deep water next to the dock in the Hollowed Grounds; a place he'd never expected to be and really didn't want to be. But after his and Sohalia's little adventure in Hak Etme the Peregrine had gotten coated in fucking cloud spider webs and he'd barely limped her to port at Jack Tar Landing for cleaning.
And the damned webs were both tough and persistent enough that he'd needed to bring the skyship down into the salt water to soak the hull and soften the silky shit that stuck to it, weakening them enough that he could scrape them off the hull, like sky-barnacles.
He was grumbling a steady stream of curses under his breath as he worked the scraper over a particularly large splotch of webbing, trying not to let the waves from other ships knock him over. His vest was the opposite of buoyant, but it was light and comfortable enough that he hadn't thought twice about wearing it into the water and the magical black rock of it glittered from the sunlight that filtered through the surface of the bay.
Kaiden
This was the refrain going through Tal's head as he stood in chest-deep water next to the dock in the Hollowed Grounds; a place he'd never expected to be and really didn't want to be. But after his and Sohalia's little adventure in Hak Etme the Peregrine had gotten coated in fucking cloud spider webs and he'd barely limped her to port at Jack Tar Landing for cleaning.
And the damned webs were both tough and persistent enough that he'd needed to bring the skyship down into the salt water to soak the hull and soften the silky shit that stuck to it, weakening them enough that he could scrape them off the hull, like sky-barnacles.
He was grumbling a steady stream of curses under his breath as he worked the scraper over a particularly large splotch of webbing, trying not to let the waves from other ships knock him over. His vest was the opposite of buoyant, but it was light and comfortable enough that he hadn't thought twice about wearing it into the water and the magical black rock of it glittered from the sunlight that filtered through the surface of the bay.
Kaiden
