One amongst many

Spider…feels strange. untethered. a little unbalanced, a little off-kilter, like the centre gravity of their world has been knocked off its axis. as the crowd thickens, they move listlessly through the plains, paws almost tripping over each other and pulling the occasional giggle from their lips. ah well, at least the worst of the pain is dulled behind this strange cloud of detachment. in fact, now that the brunt of coherency has left their mind, they find themselves having what can almost be equated to…fun. moving to a beat in their head, Spider’s gaze darts from face to face, some of their usual sociability flooding back. their eyes land on a rather large man a few paces away, standing a little stiffly with a sword strapped to his chest. oooo, so formal. some kind of knight, perhaps? ”hellooo, blue man,” Spider sings, sidling up to him. they have to crane up to look into his face; this man is even larger than Wylan. stars, will Wylan grow this big one day? “tell me, this is thing as pointy as it looks?” they level a glance at the sword, lips parting in an impish smile.