Phantom Hollow into the painted grey

Attention: @Venamis!
Note: Backdated before this meeting.

Zannah laid within the foyer of the family den, and her attention focused on the world outside; she had taken all of her most-cherished belongings to her vantage point, and they laid between her outstretched arms. Her accumulation—which she had collected recently—contained a smooth, obsidian stone, an antler, and a fox pelt, and she protected each of these items fiercely.

There was nothing of particular interest happening outside, but Zannah didn't mind. It was nearly time for the Spiderling's afternoon nap, and she was feeling far too sluggish to do anything that required too much energy. For now, Zannah was content with her laziness.