Onto this new web

Potema's sapphire eyes were focused on the dangling spit-threads, as they waved in the air. The young girl sat back on her hind legs, reaching up to touch one before her strength failed her and she fell. Potema was not like her burly brothers, growing strong of limb, though she was quite fond of going on little walks every now and again. Speaking of burly brothers, as Potema's strength gave out and she fell back on her front legs, the sound of her brother Damien crying out wrenched her attention for a brief moment. "Da'men! Mommah hwere!" She called to her brother before attempting to reach the spit again.