And so it's November. You are only given a set amount of time to be here. What sort of legacy do you want to leave? And are you working on it now?
Tyrrae was left alone with her thoughts at last as she walked down the tunnel. She wasn’t sure what she should be thinking or feeling at this moment. She’d never been exposed to so much raw emotion before. Perhaps everyone did have emotional urges, and it was simply impolite to express them.
A spider scurried out of a side tunnel and stood before her. She showed it the wound on her arm, and it scurried out of her path.
She wondered how far she would need to walk. Only one way to find that out, she knew. She appreciated the still, sparkling beauty as she walked. Her feet occasionally splashed through puddles and she longed for sturdier boots, or at least ones that were watertight.
After two turnings and the third spider checked the mark on her arm, she turned a corner and encountered the changeling. She had heard legends of these guardians for much of her family, but this was her first proof that they were real. She had certainly never met anyone who had met one. He was very male, and completely naked except for the daggers strapped to the first two pairs of his legs. From the waist down, he was a large black spider, with the color melding beautifully with his skin. She knew there would be a large red hourglass marked on his underbelly. The lavender eyes gazing at her looked strangely familiar, and she felt an odd hunger to run a finger down his chest.
She stared at him, and thought maybe he looked a little like Darque. But the only clear part of her betrothed’s face she could recall was his blood smeared forehead, and obviously this ... male’s forehead was clean. She wondered briefly if her own was. She didn’t remember the last time she bathed.
He searched her face, and for a moment, she thought he may touch her. She wasn’t sure how she would react to the spider legs approaching her. Then he smiled and his face was no longer stern or sinister. She did not return his smile. He bowed, which looked awkwardly unbalanced on a spider, yet elegant, and moved aside enough to allow her to pass.
She wondered why he did not speak, and only realized hours later that she had not spoken to him.
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