No See, Long Time

Arachne had made her way to the delta as she was instructed to do so. Her keen eyes scanned the landscape, taking in the myriad details that composed the area. Even on the cusp of spring, it was full of life, brackish water bubbling with activity. She noticed the unusual species that thrived in these waters, creating a unique ecosystem where the river diverted into countless tributaries, each carving its own path through the soft land. The chilled wind blew in from the sea, stirring up the salty scent of the waters and rustling through the trees that surrounded the wetland. The salt mingled with the earthy aroma of mud and wet foliage - an unusual but not unpleasant combination that signified the entwining of sea and land.

The sizeable island that existed towards the ocean, where the river was widest, was lush with vegetation and showed signs of hosting a population of prey. Small hares would occasionally spring from their hidey holes in the underbrush, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, nibbling on the first tender sprigs of vegetation that dared to peek above the snowmelt.

When she saw the outline of a figure materialize at her peripheral, something in her chest lurched in excitement. However, it was immediately followed by a crash of disappointment as she recognized that it in fact wasn’t Setekh. A large earthy-toned brute with large spiraling horns. She hesitated upon the recognition of someone she didn’t recognize. She was tempted to go on about her way- an effort to avoid engaging. However, she couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps this man would have seen Setekh as it appeared he had taken a different path in. After moments of internal debate, she eventually concluded- it wouldn’t hurt to ask. “Excuse me?” She called out lightly, trying to brave the attention of the stranger.

"Arachne Klein"