He was not sure why he had chosen to come to the Dark Forest today, other than it was close to the Hidden Falls, and thereby close to Ranjiri. She had seemed odd lately, but he didn’t press her too much, aware that mourning, and loss, were strange mistresses; he only hoped that, soon, she would come back to him, the way she had been when he’d left her, and they could be happy again. Not to say that he wasn’t happy, of course - more that she wasn’t, and there was nothing he could do about it but wait.

They had spent some days together in service to Kisamoa, at least, and it had felt nice to be out with her again. He held tight to that small solace as he wandered into the wood, the shade cool against his back, and his mind daydreaming of Ranjiri’s moonlight hair, cascading down her midnight shoulders.

It was strange to have thoughts not of his crafts, but good, also; most of the time before, his sidetracked dreaming had been of worse things, the wickedness that he had committed, or the shadows that lived in his heart. He had often thought of Kahlua, and how she hadn’t loved him, and of Semira, and how she’d gone away, seemingly alongside her mother. There had been a time, not so long ago, when he’d dwelled on hurts and absences, on death and change, but now, he thought of Ranjiri, with Letha at her side, and all those cold dark places seemed gone, far away.

Strange, to think he was actually happy, but not as strange as five very big spiders hanging from a nearby tree. Looking towards them curiously, his crystalline eyes glimmering with wonder (he’d never seen such large arachnids before, you see), he slowly steps towards them, his gaze eventually making its way from their incredibly colored torsos, to the ants below.

Taking in their predicament, he looks about for a suitable stick, for the plot which comes to mind. Returning with it shortly thereafter, the long tailed Y branch seems perfect to sweep up ants onto. Extending the V part of the stick towards the spiders, he politely asks (while eyeing their sizeable fangs nervously): "Could you cover this in some strong, sticky web, please?"



No prior refusals.
Earth Magic: Can generate leather from genetic information stored in bone.
[ Restrictions: Crafting magic. 1 large, 2 medium, 2 small per season. Bone must still have marrow material (doesn't work on bleached/dinosaur/old bones or fossils, ect). Destroys the bone in the process. ]