So she built a ladder...

Ignita let out a burst of light laughter, "Orphaned bastards!" She hadn't heard the term before about herself, it made sense! She was! She had always been! It just hadn't ever occurred to her. She didn't mind at all, she was feeling the opposite of an orphaned bastard lately.

She watched with a soft smile as Spider sketched a portrait, of Bas, Hazel, herself, and then themselves. She looked it over as they withdrew and stretched, already missing their warmth next to her.

She held the paper up and then hugged it close, wrinkling it just slightly.
"I love it, I'll hang this up and kiss it every night too!" She gleefully said. "Have a great night Spy."


"Speech"