that stereotypical 'i just can't wait!'

The boy introduced himself as Imp and in case there was any doubt before, there wasn't now. Recluse followed a theme generally with her childrens names, though to say she followed it every single time would be a stretch. He was quick to follow up with a question she found quite rude and she was quick to scowl at the pup. She was trying to think of something to retort back when he said it didn't matter, but now Widow was heated and it certainly did matter. She knew that she looked different from everyone else, namely in her size. While she couldn't say that he was targeting her based on her height alone, she still didn't like being reminded of how different she was.

Her lip was curling into a snarl before she bit her tongue. Snapping at the pup wasn't going to be good for either of them, but at least she had a real reason to dislike her siblings, or at least this one. With a deep breath, she did her best to regain what composure she had and allowed her silver gaze to settle on the small pup again. He had called her a princess after all, even if the frilly word bothered her in itself. "Yes, like you. You're a prince." She really didn't even like calling her siblings noble titles. Recluse was a queen sure, but everyone else was pretty much peasants.

When he asked about her name relation to the spider, she was actually quite surprised. "The Black Widow, to be precise. Mom's is Recluse, like a Brown Recluse." the children had probably already gotten this lesson if he knew that Widow was a spider. Had they explained his name to him??? Because Widow wasn't exactly sure she knew either and hoped he didn't ask.

"Speech!"

Art by SkeletonDragoness & Code by Skelle 2022