Never be Afraid of a Little Serenade

Arachne stood at the edge of the lake, taken aback by its sheer beauty and magnitude. She stared in awe as she watched small fish darting around beneath her feet, their scales shimmering like thousands of tiny gemstones. A light breeze cooled her fur and caressed her cheeks, bringing with it a hint of pine and wet earth. Arachne inhaled deeply, taking in the calming scents of nature before her. As she took a tentative step forward, the soft mud beneath her paws yielded to the weight, leaving imprints that would last far longer than her attention on the matter. Arachne's gaze followed the shoreline, where amphibians leaped gracefully between lily pads, and waterfowl navigated the shallows with effortless grace. The air was teeming with the life of the wetlands- vastly different than the Redwater Rocks where her family’s den was.

However, one instance of life she had not anticipated in her lakeside exploration, was one of her sisters trailing behind her. Suddenly startled by the voice she hadn’t expected, Arachne whipped herself around to search for the voice she was too scared to recognize right away. In doing so, nearly tripped over her own paws as they had become rooted in the mushy ground. As she steadied herself, pale gaze landed on Barghest in her silent battle for balance. She couldn’t help but scoff. “What are you doing out here, Estie?” The same thing could be asked of herself, but rational thought wasn’t something that had returned to her just yet.

"Arachne Klein"