Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

Slowly, but surely, the woman was beginning to get her strength back. Raising a child was difficult recovering from such a traumatic birth, but thankfully she only had the tiny girl to feed. Plus, Medusa had been so kind to feed her during the vital hours after birth, giving her healthy milk and providing her with the strength she would need. Widow found herself almost completely unable to nurse the child during her recovery even, she owed much to the woman.

Today, with what little extra energy she had, she rested outside the small den she carved for herself and Morte. With some leather cording, string, beads, and feathers from her beloved birds, Widow would use nimble fingers to make feathered bracelets, each feather strung with multiple beads that were sewn with string onto beads that were strung onto the leather cording. Whether she made these for herself or for Medusa had yet to be decided, but Widow found that she quite liked making jewelries and various wearables. Maybe if she were lucky, some other members would like her to make them things. She had little else to do with her time besides raise a child and sit in the tar pits, so may as well spend it crafting things for others.