Bramblepoint circinus

she did not find her name funny, but masterfully disguised the disapproval she felt. the world had changed since she was born — and it was likely those speaking her language had died long before this child was ever born. 

she sniffed the air. that depends, master pauk. what are you hunting for us? 

her mein was pleasant enough, yet she lingered like a spider’s shadow waiting to cast its expert net.