Blackfeather Woods please don't let them look through the curtain

The children were becoming increasingly mobile, she observed. Ever since they had been allowed to venture a few steps outside, some seemed to constantly hover near the exit; ignoring her efforts to keep them close. It was Astrid in particular, she worried for. The girl was far to adventurous for her age, and whinny. Nemesis would not have a whinny child. Yet, she seen no way to correct her behaviour. They were infant's after all. Yet, as soon as they begun to comprehand words to a good degree, they would learn. She would make sure they did, for she would not have a child with the disobedience of Xan in their early, early years. 

But, it was her sister's hesitant presence that suprised her. They had little time to communicate before the spiderlings had been born, and she could only imagine how her sister felt. It must have seemed Nemesis was far to busy to interact with her only surviving realitive. Perhaps, that was the case. Yet, all the same she beckoned the girl closer so that at least one of her children would come to meet their aunt for the first time. The interaction with Damien had proved managable enough; family came next. "Sister," She looked over the girl, who had only grown in size, indicating her time would come soon. "You have been distant," She opened her mouth to speak more, yet a tug on her tail cause her to snap her attention to the eldest, yet most attached child she had birthed. Seeing that the child was now over his nap and was fully alert, there was no point in coaxing him back into the den. "Atshen," She cooed, guiding the boy to face his aunt.