The moon shines a bright, beautiful silver. Descending from a strand of silk attached to the moonlight itself, on deathly thin, spindly limbs wrapped in thick winter clothes, is mother moth. Her eyes are black and empty as she touches the ground near the site of the spar, scuttling and leaping towards her child and Carnival. She stops ten feet away from them, her joints creaking as she returns to her more humanoid, more presentable form. Seeming terrified, her wings pulse with silver light. She looks to Adeline.
”A-Adeline- what happened- I sensed- are you alright?!-“ she takes a step towards them.
*If you would rather not have Mother Moth appear, that’s fine with me!*
Adeline snaps immediately out of whatever trance Carnival entering the mindscape would have put her in, looking back at her mother with wide eyes. The archfey can see that, though her sweater has tears along one sleeve and is splattered with blood and what looks to be plum juice, any wounds she may have sustained have been healed, green-colored scarring having sealed the injuries.
"Mother, you're back! I- I'm... well, I'm okay physically, at least. I saw that... Goto... and then Piecemeal, they..." Tearing up all over again, she rushes over to hug Mother Moth, shivering somewhat. "...C- Carnival and I... we were... digging their... their... gr- their graves..." She manages to explain between sobs. "She said... she could help... with m- my hunger, and... she needed to find where it was coming from... I... tried to call you somehow because b- before all this... I finished the cocoon... I wanted to say my... my... t- temporary goodbyes... so I could spend the last moments of m- my humanity... with you..." She can barely keep up with her own speech, wanting to tell her everything through the tears. "...I missed you, mom..."
She begins to tear up as well, crying sparkling silver tears. “Oh… Adeline… my goodness… I am so sorry- I should have come to check up on you-…” she pauses. “Last moments of humanity… don’t- don’t think of it like that.” Her wings wrap around Adeline, emitting a soft warmth along with moonlight.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Adeline snaps immediately out of whatever trance Carnival entering the mindscape would have put her in, looking back at her mother with wide eyes. The archfey can see that, though her sweater has tears along one sleeve and is splattered with blood and what looks to be plum juice, any wounds she may have sustained have been healed, green-colored scarring having sealed the injuries.
"Mother, you're back! I- I'm... well, I'm okay physically, at least. I saw that... Goto... and then Piecemeal, they..." Tearing up all over again, she rushes over to hug Mother Moth, shivering somewhat. "...C- Carnival and I... we were... digging their... their... gr- their graves..." She manages to explain between sobs. "She said... she could help... with m- my hunger, and... she needed to find where it was coming from... I... tried to call you somehow because b- before all this... I finished the cocoon... I wanted to say my... my... t- temporary goodbyes... so I could spend the last moments of m- my humanity... with you..." She can barely keep up with her own speech, wanting to tell her everything through the tears. "...I missed you, mom..."
She begins to tear up as well, crying sparkling silver tears. “Oh… Adeline… my goodness… I am so sorry- I should have come to check up on you-…” she pauses. “Last moments of humanity… don’t- don’t think of it like that.” Her wings wrap around Adeline, emitting a soft warmth along with moonlight.
Adeline hugs her a bit tighter, seeming somewhat comforted by the warmth of the wings. "...O- Okay, I'll... try not to think of it that way... I just..." She thinks as she catches her breath, wiping away tears that are replaced not even a second later. "...I don't know how long it'll take... how long I'll spend in the cocoon... I just... I didn't want to make that final step without... at least getting to say goodbye..."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Carnival watches as this unfolds, unsure of what to do. "I'm sorry..." She whispers closing her eyes once more. "I thought... I could help..."
Mother Moth glances to Carnival, her antennae flickering. A whisper of a telepathic voice makes its way into her head. Thank you. Thank you for trying to help my child. Do you think whatever you were trying to do might still work? I think… it would be safest to let the transformation run its course, but Adeline… she’s scared. I don’’t want her to go through this.
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_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Adeline snaps immediately out of whatever trance Carnival entering the mindscape would have put her in, looking back at her mother with wide eyes. The archfey can see that, though her sweater has tears along one sleeve and is splattered with blood and what looks to be plum juice, any wounds she may have sustained have been healed, green-colored scarring having sealed the injuries.
"Mother, you're back! I- I'm... well, I'm okay physically, at least. I saw that... Goto... and then Piecemeal, they..." Tearing up all over again, she rushes over to hug Mother Moth, shivering somewhat. "...C- Carnival and I... we were... digging their... their... gr- their graves..." She manages to explain between sobs. "She said... she could help... with m- my hunger, and... she needed to find where it was coming from... I... tried to call you somehow because b- before all this... I finished the cocoon... I wanted to say my... my... t- temporary goodbyes... so I could spend the last moments of m- my humanity... with you..." She can barely keep up with her own speech, wanting to tell her everything through the tears. "...I missed you, mom..."
She begins to tear up as well, crying sparkling silver tears. “Oh… Adeline… my goodness… I am so sorry- I should have come to check up on you-…” she pauses. “Last moments of humanity… don’t- don’t think of it like that.” Her wings wrap around Adeline, emitting a soft warmth along with moonlight.
Adeline hugs her a bit tighter, seeming somewhat comforted by the warmth of the wings. "...O- Okay, I'll... try not to think of it that way... I just..." She thinks as she catches her breath, wiping away tears that are replaced not even a second later. "...I don't know how long it'll take... how long I'll spend in the cocoon... I just... I didn't want to make that final step without... at least getting to say goodbye..."
Mother Moth smiles slightly. A warm, comforting smile. But not without a tinge of concern.
”My child, I, and your siblings, at least, experience time differently. No matter how long you’re in there, we’ll Be with you when you’re out just as we were when you went in. But… I understand why you’re scared. You have a right to feel that way… after all of this happening…” she pauses, taking a breath. The moon darkens and dims, as if to give them a bit of privacy.
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_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
She begins to tear up as well, crying sparkling silver tears. “Oh… Adeline… my goodness… I am so sorry- I should have come to check up on you-…” she pauses. “Last moments of humanity… don’t- don’t think of it like that.” Her wings wrap around Adeline, emitting a soft warmth along with moonlight.
Adeline hugs her a bit tighter, seeming somewhat comforted by the warmth of the wings. "...O- Okay, I'll... try not to think of it that way... I just..." She thinks as she catches her breath, wiping away tears that are replaced not even a second later. "...I don't know how long it'll take... how long I'll spend in the cocoon... I just... I didn't want to make that final step without... at least getting to say goodbye..."
Mother Moth smiles slightly. A warm, comforting smile. But not without a tinge of concern.
”My child, I, and your siblings, at least, experience time differently. No matter how long you’re in there, we’ll Be with you when you’re out just as we were when you went in. But… I understand why you’re scared. You have a right to feel that way… after all of this happening…” she pauses, taking a breath. The moon darkens and dims, as if to give them a bit of privacy.
The nymph manages a smile as well, though her misty eyes are fully of worry. "...That's... that's good to know... at the very least, I know you'll... always still be around..." Her smile struggles to remain as the tears come back in full force, and she returns to tightly hugging them. "...I... I have to ask you something... has... has anything like what's happening to me... happened to any of my siblings before?..."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Carnival watches as this unfolds, unsure of what to do. "I'm sorry..." She whispers closing her eyes once more. "I thought... I could help..."
Mother Moth glances to Carnival, her antennae flickering. A whisper of a telepathic voice makes its way into her head. Thank you. Thank you for trying to help my child. Do you think whatever you were trying to do might still work? I think… it would be safest to let the transformation run its course, but Adeline… she’s scared. I don’’t want her to go through this.
The response comes in another whisper, a half-asleep voice.The transformation will run its course... but she will retain her mind... That is all I can safely provide... Not a cure, but an ounce of prevention. To keep her body from developing along its course... would require a long, agonizing, dangerous procedure... I'm sorry...
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She begins to tear up as well, crying sparkling silver tears. “Oh… Adeline… my goodness… I am so sorry- I should have come to check up on you-…” she pauses. “Last moments of humanity… don’t- don’t think of it like that.” Her wings wrap around Adeline, emitting a soft warmth along with moonlight.
Adeline hugs her a bit tighter, seeming somewhat comforted by the warmth of the wings. "...O- Okay, I'll... try not to think of it that way... I just..." She thinks as she catches her breath, wiping away tears that are replaced not even a second later. "...I don't know how long it'll take... how long I'll spend in the cocoon... I just... I didn't want to make that final step without... at least getting to say goodbye..."
Mother Moth smiles slightly. A warm, comforting smile. But not without a tinge of concern.
”My child, I, and your siblings, at least, experience time differently. No matter how long you’re in there, we’ll Be with you when you’re out just as we were when you went in. But… I understand why you’re scared. You have a right to feel that way… after all of this happening…” she pauses, taking a breath. The moon darkens and dims, as if to give them a bit of privacy.
The nymph manages a smile as well, though her misty eyes are fully of worry. "...That's... that's good to know... at the very least, I know you'll... always still be around..." Her smile struggles to remain as the tears come back in full force, and she returns to tightly hugging them. "...I... I have to ask you something... has... has anything like what's happening to me... happened to any of my siblings before?..."
She frowns. “Not as far as I can recall… not without my blessing, at least. This… hasn’t happened just from My influence, but I’ve gifted a few something similar. The last one was a long while ago, though. Before I found you. And it’s different this time. A lot different.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Carnival watches as this unfolds, unsure of what to do. "I'm sorry..." She whispers closing her eyes once more. "I thought... I could help..."
Mother Moth glances to Carnival, her antennae flickering. A whisper of a telepathic voice makes its way into her head. Thank you. Thank you for trying to help my child. Do you think whatever you were trying to do might still work? I think… it would be safest to let the transformation run its course, but Adeline… she’s scared. I don’’t want her to go through this.
The response comes in another whisper, a half-asleep voice.The transformation will run its course... but she will retain her mind... That is all I can safely provide... Not a cure, but an ounce of prevention. To keep her body from developing along its course... would require a long, agonizing, dangerous procedure... I'm sorry...
Thank you. I’ll talk to her about this. Don’t… apologize. All you are doing is helping my child.
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_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The response comes in another whisper, a half-asleep voice.The transformation will run its course... but she will retain her mind... That is all I can safely provide... Not a cure, but an ounce of prevention. To keep her body from developing along its course... would require a long, agonizing, dangerous procedure... I'm sorry...
Thank you. I’ll talk to her about this. Don’t… apologize. All you are doing is helping my child.
...
There is a moment of silence. Carnival opens her eyes, revealing that sunset glow once more. Why is she here?
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The response comes in another whisper, a half-asleep voice.The transformation will run its course... but she will retain her mind... That is all I can safely provide... Not a cure, but an ounce of prevention. To keep her body from developing along its course... would require a long, agonizing, dangerous procedure... I'm sorry...
Thank you. I’ll talk to her about this. Don’t… apologize. All you are doing is helping my child.
...
There is a moment of silence. Carnival opens her eyes, revealing that sunset glow once more. Why is she here?
what do you mean? why is she where? In Autumn Country?…
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_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
There is a moment of silence. Carnival opens her eyes, revealing that sunset glow once more. Why is she here?
what do you mean? why is she where? In Autumn Country?…
Where did she come from?
Carnival takes a step back.
Something is... wrong... I can feel it...
I don’t know where she was born, if that’s what you mean. I found her alone in the woods, starving, lost, and freezing, and took her in. She’s been traveling with me ever since.
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_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
I don’t know where she was born, if that’s what you mean. I found her alone in the woods, starving, lost, and freezing, and took her in. She’s been traveling with me ever since.
Her mouth opens slightly, and her eyes widen about the same amount.
She's not human.
She never was.
It was a convincing mimic, but her... when I healed her... I...
I'm sorry... I... I should go... I'm sorry...
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Mother Moth smiles slightly. A warm, comforting smile. But not without a tinge of concern.
”My child, I, and your siblings, at least, experience time differently. No matter how long you’re in there, we’ll Be with you when you’re out just as we were when you went in. But… I understand why you’re scared. You have a right to feel that way… after all of this happening…” she pauses, taking a breath. The moon darkens and dims, as if to give them a bit of privacy.
The nymph manages a smile as well, though her misty eyes are fully of worry. "...That's... that's good to know... at the very least, I know you'll... always still be around..." Her smile struggles to remain as the tears come back in full force, and she returns to tightly hugging them. "...I... I have to ask you something... has... has anything like what's happening to me... happened to any of my siblings before?..."
She frowns. “Not as far as I can recall… not without my blessing, at least. This… hasn’t happened just from My influence, but I’ve gifted a few something similar. The last one was a long while ago, though. Before I found you. And it’s different this time. A lot different.”
The moth-child seems to understand this answer, though the fact that this is entirely different still worries her. "...So I'm the first you've seen who... is experiencing... this..." Adeline is trying to think of something, but struggles to amidst the whirlwind of emotions in her skull. "...I... I don't know what I'll be once I leave the cocoon... and that worries me... but... hopefully, I'll still be Adeline... right?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
I don’t know where she was born, if that’s what you mean. I found her alone in the woods, starving, lost, and freezing, and took her in. She’s been traveling with me ever since.
Her mouth opens slightly, and her eyes widen about the same amount.
She's not human.
She never was.
It was a convincing mimic, but her... when I healed her... I...
I'm sorry... I... I should go... I'm sorry...
Don’t go. Her voice whispers, eerily monotone. She looks to Carnival, her face tinged with concern, and confusion. Then, a small bit of realization.
You are going to tell me what you know right now. Do you understand? If Carnival was planning on running, she can guess that they would not be able to outrun Mother Moth.
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_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Her mouth opens slightly, and her eyes widen about the same amount.
She's not human.
She never was.
It was a convincing mimic, but her... when I healed her... I...
I'm sorry... I... I should go... I'm sorry...
Don’t go. Her voice whispers, eerily monotone. She looks to Carnival, her face tinged with concern, and confusion. Then, a small bit of realization.
You are going to tell me what you know right now. Do you understand? If Carnival was planning on running, she can guess that they would not be able to outrun Mother Moth.
Her real mother is coming. I'm sorry.
She starts shaking. I don't want to die like the others. I've already seen too much. Piecemeal was stronger than I was, but they found a way to get to him.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Mother Moth smiles slightly. A warm, comforting smile. But not without a tinge of concern.
”My child, I, and your siblings, at least, experience time differently. No matter how long you’re in there, we’ll Be with you when you’re out just as we were when you went in. But… I understand why you’re scared. You have a right to feel that way… after all of this happening…” she pauses, taking a breath. The moon darkens and dims, as if to give them a bit of privacy.
The nymph manages a smile as well, though her misty eyes are fully of worry. "...That's... that's good to know... at the very least, I know you'll... always still be around..." Her smile struggles to remain as the tears come back in full force, and she returns to tightly hugging them. "...I... I have to ask you something... has... has anything like what's happening to me... happened to any of my siblings before?..."
She frowns. “Not as far as I can recall… not without my blessing, at least. This… hasn’t happened just from My influence, but I’ve gifted a few something similar. The last one was a long while ago, though. Before I found you. And it’s different this time. A lot different.”
The moth-child seems to understand this answer, though the fact that this is entirely different still worries her. "...So I'm the first you've seen who... is experiencing... this..." Adeline is trying to think of something, but struggles to amidst the whirlwind of emotions in her skull. "...I... I don't know what I'll be once I leave the cocoon... and that worries me... but... hopefully, I'll still be Adeline... right?"
She nods. “Always. Adeline always. My Adeline. My Adeline.” She whispers in her ear. Her entire form Is shaking a bit. From the cold, maybe. Or from something else.
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_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Her mouth opens slightly, and her eyes widen about the same amount.
She's not human.
She never was.
It was a convincing mimic, but her... when I healed her... I...
I'm sorry... I... I should go... I'm sorry...
Don’t go. Her voice whispers, eerily monotone. She looks to Carnival, her face tinged with concern, and confusion. Then, a small bit of realization.
You are going to tell me what you know right now. Do you understand? If Carnival was planning on running, she can guess that they would not be able to outrun Mother Moth.
Her real mother is coming. I'm sorry.
She starts shaking. I don't want to die like the others. I've already seen too much. Piecemeal was stronger than I was, but they found a way to get to him.
She wipes a tear from her face, scowling. Her whole form is trembling.
get to the sanctuary.
all of her children, Carnival, Adeline, and mortals under her protection hear that telepathic command, a psychic wave that overpowers all others.
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_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
She starts shaking. I don't want to die like the others. I've already seen too much. Piecemeal was stronger than I was, but they found a way to get to him.
She wipes a tear from her face, scowling. Her whole form is trembling.
get to the sanctuary.
all of her children, Carnival, Adeline, and mortals under her protection hear that telepathic command, a psychic wave that overpowers all others.
Carnival is gone. Evidently, they were using a Mislead spell and what might have been some other illusion or even a levitation spell to cover their tracks.
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She begins to tear up as well, crying sparkling silver tears. “Oh… Adeline… my goodness… I am so sorry- I should have come to check up on you-…” she pauses. “Last moments of humanity… don’t- don’t think of it like that.” Her wings wrap around Adeline, emitting a soft warmth along with moonlight.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Carnival watches as this unfolds, unsure of what to do. "I'm sorry..." She whispers closing her eyes once more. "I thought... I could help..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Adeline hugs her a bit tighter, seeming somewhat comforted by the warmth of the wings. "...O- Okay, I'll... try not to think of it that way... I just..." She thinks as she catches her breath, wiping away tears that are replaced not even a second later. "...I don't know how long it'll take... how long I'll spend in the cocoon... I just... I didn't want to make that final step without... at least getting to say goodbye..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Mother Moth glances to Carnival, her antennae flickering. A whisper of a telepathic voice makes its way into her head. Thank you. Thank you for trying to help my child. Do you think whatever you were trying to do might still work? I think… it would be safest to let the transformation run its course, but Adeline… she’s scared. I don’’t want her to go through this.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Mother Moth smiles slightly. A warm, comforting smile. But not without a tinge of concern.
”My child, I, and your siblings, at least, experience time differently. No matter how long you’re in there, we’ll Be with you when you’re out just as we were when you went in. But… I understand why you’re scared. You have a right to feel that way… after all of this happening…” she pauses, taking a breath. The moon darkens and dims, as if to give them a bit of privacy.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The nymph manages a smile as well, though her misty eyes are fully of worry. "...That's... that's good to know... at the very least, I know you'll... always still be around..." Her smile struggles to remain as the tears come back in full force, and she returns to tightly hugging them. "...I... I have to ask you something... has... has anything like what's happening to me... happened to any of my siblings before?..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The response comes in another whisper, a half-asleep voice.The transformation will run its course... but she will retain her mind... That is all I can safely provide... Not a cure, but an ounce of prevention. To keep her body from developing along its course... would require a long, agonizing, dangerous procedure... I'm sorry...
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She frowns. “Not as far as I can recall… not without my blessing, at least. This… hasn’t happened just from My influence, but I’ve gifted a few something similar. The last one was a long while ago, though. Before I found you. And it’s different this time. A lot different.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Thank you. I’ll talk to her about this. Don’t… apologize. All you are doing is helping my child.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
...
There is a moment of silence. Carnival opens her eyes, revealing that sunset glow once more. Why is she here?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
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what do you mean? why is she where? In Autumn Country?…
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Where did she come from?
Carnival takes a step back.
Something is... wrong... I can feel it...
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
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I don’t know where she was born, if that’s what you mean. I found her alone in the woods, starving, lost, and freezing, and took her in. She’s been traveling with me ever since.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Her mouth opens slightly, and her eyes widen about the same amount.
She's not human.
She never was.
It was a convincing mimic, but her... when I healed her... I...
I'm sorry... I... I should go... I'm sorry...
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The moth-child seems to understand this answer, though the fact that this is entirely different still worries her. "...So I'm the first you've seen who... is experiencing... this..." Adeline is trying to think of something, but struggles to amidst the whirlwind of emotions in her skull. "...I... I don't know what I'll be once I leave the cocoon... and that worries me... but... hopefully, I'll still be Adeline... right?"
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Don’t go. Her voice whispers, eerily monotone. She looks to Carnival, her face tinged with concern, and confusion. Then, a small bit of realization.
You are going to tell me what you know right now. Do you understand? If Carnival was planning on running, she can guess that they would not be able to outrun Mother Moth.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Her real mother is coming. I'm sorry.
She starts shaking. I don't want to die like the others. I've already seen too much. Piecemeal was stronger than I was, but they found a way to get to him.
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She nods. “Always. Adeline always. My Adeline. My Adeline.” She whispers in her ear. Her entire form Is shaking a bit. From the cold, maybe. Or from something else.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
She wipes a tear from her face, scowling. Her whole form is trembling.
get to the sanctuary.
all of her children, Carnival, Adeline, and mortals under her protection hear that telepathic command, a psychic wave that overpowers all others.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Carnival is gone. Evidently, they were using a Mislead spell and what might have been some other illusion or even a levitation spell to cover their tracks.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.