She took to the tarns as a wolf on a mission, a stick in her mouth to catch the webs as though she were catching fairy floss.
Taktuq tried to find old webs the spiders had abandoned or ones the elements had destroyed, and her luck ran fifty fifty. For a long stretch here she’d managed to collect webs with tiny spiders, at best. But as she reached for one strung low between trees, something
big jumped out at her, eight fuzzy legs all a blur.
She jumped back and let out a shrill but muffled
GRRRAAHHH!
, as she smacked first at her face, then at the ground in a circular retreat, to try and kill the thing that had attacked her.
EW, EW, EW!
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Busy as she was with getting the spiderwebs off off off of her, she didn't even hear the woman until her voice lifted over the lay of this dreadful place.
Ugh! That's awful, I am so sorry,
she flicked her paw a final time, and tried to take on some semblance of "normal behaviour", even though she could still feel the webs along the bridge of her nose. They clung to her like ghosts.
Thankfully, the spiders did not.
They have a horrible way of sticking, but it's a healer's dream,
she remarked, a wry smile twisting her mouth, the webs, mostly. Is that what brought you this way, too?
Taktuq didn't even assume the woman might live here. She looked and seemed too dear for that.
Her gaze drew to the other’s bag on her cue, and Taktuq lit with curiosity. Oh!
what a strange thing to carry! Yet it suited the healer. Unassuming, yet lovely, in its soft simplicity.
Oh, no,
a gentle laugh accompanied her, I am more a guardian than a healer.
But saying so made her wonder if she could one day match Tavina’s call. The thought was as fleeting as the spiders that ran from their paws.
I am Taktuq, of Kvarsheim.
She gestured to the North. What was that language you spoke? Sesh? It is one I have not heard before.
Nor had she ever heard of Akashingo but it strung in a way that made her think she had found someone other than another woman of the North.