lets take a walk, yeah?

Delphi’s appearance is a welcome distraction from the fears swirling through Spider’s mind, allowing them to push aside the recent letter they’d received in favour of a fun afternoon out with their friend. granted, Spider does feel a little guilty for tagging along with Delphi when their ailing pack is in need, but Strai had been right: they’d only make things worse. best to stay away for now.

“well, you’re in luck,” Spider shoots back, returning the bump with a matching grin. “because i happen to be one of the Armada’s best fighters.” they puff out their chest, going so far as to flex their muscles, but are quickly diverted by the sprawling corridors Delphi continues to lead them down. it reminds them a little of the dens in the Col, but significantly eerier, with a sprawling network of strange rooms they can’t help but peek inside as they pass. “you’re not going to murder me down here, are you?” Spider teases. “because i have to say, i don’t think Bas would be too pleased.” the mention of Bas pulls the smile from their face. they have no idea how he’s doing, or if he’s even still -

Spider hums thoughtfully in response to Delphi’s suggestion. “hmm, let’s see: sharp? check. dangerous? check.” their smile is a cheeky slash of white teeth. “sounds appropriately stabby. i’m sure he’ll love it.”

"Araneae Fatalis"