Moonspear beldame

Tullik had been dealing with a particular problem in the weeks her husband had been gone.

That of a particularly stubborn spider. She did not wish to kill the creature, merely wanted it away from her sleeping space.

”Perhaps you could set up your home in the communal area? It would be better there, or outside!”

And yet, the spider persisted, building its web back in the same place every time she took it down.

She huffed at the creature, watching the web sway beneath her breath. Then, it all did not matter, because a voice darkened her doorway!

Tullik laughed, bright and bawdy as she left the arachnid to its own devices and went peering around the corner like a child trying to glimpse a holiday related jolly man in action.

Husband! There was no mistaking her joy as she came bounding into the circle of his arms. It was only when she pulled away, breathless with her own mirth, that she remembered the spider. Then, actively, she shoved all thought of the creature away.

It has been too long since I’ve seen your face.