Seaside Moors Seeing spiders, I'm told they never lie

Rosalyn frowned when she did not get any acknowledgement.  She did not mind the quiet, but she did not like this downturned silence.  

She turned and slowed, then paused. Look at me, she said gently, trying to catch her daughter's gaze and attention, if only briefly.  She might only have one good eye, but she could plainly see that something else was needed here.  She wasn't sure quite what yet, but she would figure it out.

WC: 76