May 21 2018, 08:59 AM
She is modest and pure as she graces the night
The way Oliver put it, they were all little Spires, they were all its children, although she thought her butt-gem made her look more like the Spire than him. It matter not, they were all equal under the shadow of the Spire.
"So, you can weave it, make it do what you want, like silk?" Thothaga asked. She had yet to use her spinnerets, yet she knew of their abilities, like an ancient memory within her DNA. She imagined spinning a web of magicka. She'd summon different kinds, water, darkness, light, and weave them into something useful.
Thothaga placed a foot on a broken shard from her chrysalis and wondered if she could make it glow or draw water from it. Her gem shimmered as it drew on magicka from within, and around it. Suddenly, her essence and shard's connected. Like a pop of lightning, images flashed through her head, broken and fleeting. She saw a pale shape with many legs, the next, the chrysalis's walls shattered releasing a flood of amniotic fluid. As swiftly as the visions came, they vanished.
Startled she stumbled back as if she'd been zapped. Oliver's voice drew her back to reality. Thothaga turned her body towards him, confused like she had been in a daze. "I'm sorry." She said, rubbing her pedipalps together. "What..?" She kept her gaze on Oliver as she wondered if he shared the same experience. "Did.. you see that too?"
"Listen to me."
Thoughts...
TAG: @Oliver // OOC: