Post by Grace Kaliba on Jan 8, 2019 20:41:26 GMT -8
Caves were fun. Grace preferred the desert, but this cave was special because it did not exist for anyone except her. Well...for now. There would come a day when someone else would walk the Web as easily as she did, and that person would discover one of Grace's biggest secrets.
Her home.
Colorful silk tapestries in bright gem hues hid the truth of the Cave's location. Pillows and lush blankets formed cozy niches along the curved walls and a nest-like pallet on the furthest side from the entrance. A short, squat table near the pallet was the only piece of solid furniture in the room. There were no knickknacks or keepsakes, such things were pointless.
"Sparkles! I brought you a treat!"
Grace knelt on the pallet, dangling a squirming rat from her fingers by the tail out in front of her. A massive phase spider blinked into the center of the room, its mandibles eagerly clacking together in anticipation of a meal. It was still young, its legs too long for its body, its undeveloped thorax and abdomen stunted in its immaturity. The spider was beautiful, primarily white with black accents at the joints, with an almost metallic glint and glimmer that inspired its nickname. Echaqal was hard to pronounce, and Grace liked to give nicknames to the things she loved.
She tossed the rat to Echaqal and the phase spider blinked back into Ethereal Plane, leaving Grace alone.
Alone.
Sparkles had lost its parents, too.
Her home.
Colorful silk tapestries in bright gem hues hid the truth of the Cave's location. Pillows and lush blankets formed cozy niches along the curved walls and a nest-like pallet on the furthest side from the entrance. A short, squat table near the pallet was the only piece of solid furniture in the room. There were no knickknacks or keepsakes, such things were pointless.
"Sparkles! I brought you a treat!"
Grace knelt on the pallet, dangling a squirming rat from her fingers by the tail out in front of her. A massive phase spider blinked into the center of the room, its mandibles eagerly clacking together in anticipation of a meal. It was still young, its legs too long for its body, its undeveloped thorax and abdomen stunted in its immaturity. The spider was beautiful, primarily white with black accents at the joints, with an almost metallic glint and glimmer that inspired its nickname. Echaqal was hard to pronounce, and Grace liked to give nicknames to the things she loved.
She tossed the rat to Echaqal and the phase spider blinked back into Ethereal Plane, leaving Grace alone.
Alone.
Sparkles had lost its parents, too.
