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Septum announces spy attempting to eavesdrop. Small, sluagh, dressed like a street urchin. Attempting to shush me

Octa nods approvingly That's Jacob, the Crown Wielder's brother. Don't bite him without permission.

"Unfortunately, aye. Do not bite him."

Trēdecim says Is he going to be a problem? Curious

"He should be foiled, but only with kindness. He is a child."

"A spiderling."

A chime of agreement.

and a frustrated whisper from the other side of the door "Your spiders are narcs. Mom wanted you to know she's got out the spoiled lasagna if you want"

"Thank you, Jacob."

"Kay" and she can barely hear the retreating foosteps. He's getting better

We shall get restless if we don't have some duties, Crownwielder. Please let us know Trēdecim asks

Zara nods. "You need a purpose, aye. So... defense of the home - up above, aye, but also the two below. And.... knowledge. I seek and gather lore."

Octa nods We shall utilize initiative in these tasks by your leave

But keep her posted Una orders the others.

That was perhaps a given

She nods. "I trust your initiative... and discretion, nu?"

Chimes of agreement, but she can tell discretion being mentioned as good. They do want a few baseline rules. Spiders are very orderly tidy creatures in their way.

"There are interesting places here. The Court is dangerous for you - the Eiluned there is wary and powerful. The Pocket, though... oh, in shadows and chaos you could see and learn much."

We don't serve the Eiluned, we serve the owner of the crown, but we shall be cautious. Trēdecim says , is she intrigued by the challenge?

Octa however says We shall begin exploration and practice in the pocket I think.

Meanwhile, they continue to build their separate webs (mostly separate) with delight.

Dua seems determined ot make something that is... beautiful because it is hers. Others will be more pragmatic perhaps.

As for Zara, she gets the feeling as if she were in a giant sewing circle. It's oddly..relaxing.

[12:12 PM]
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