Tormented Tarns i

This wayfarer was in no way avoiding the webbed foliage; in fact, she darted through the underbrush with delight, catching and wrapping what webs she could on the end of a long stick. There were quite a few errant strands stuck to her coat, pulling tight across her body with every movement, and THAT did not feel particularly great... but the fruits of her labor would be worth the discomfort. Caught up (so to speak) in her task, the Vitale had not yet noticed the other wanderer making her careful way across the tarns, slowly closing the distance between the pair.