Blackfeather Woods My past has tasted bitter

While it was never her intention to favor a child over another, she couldn't help but feel proud when the first spiderling that came around was her own ward. Neo and her had not spent much time actually together since she had brought him there, probably due to her responsibilities as the Dark Mistress. She did feel bad about it, but he was around six months now - surely he was learning more and more how to really function under his peers and become the capable young man he had shown promise to become.

She sat down with him, speckled tail curling around her haunches and resting on her equally speckled feet. She smiled, however briefly, and even though she wanted to, she refrained from motioning him closer for physical affection. She was not his mother, nor was he her son, and she had never been good at hugging and kissing. She blamed her parents for never showing how to love like that. Are you settling in well, Neo? She knew it had been quite a while since his joining, but children could often not feel home for a very long time. Have Potema's children been nice to you?