Sawtooth Spire Step into your power.

A voice calls out to him, featherlight, though Venamis failed to understand. His dark ears prick high atop his raven crown, Winter-white eyes swift to find her pallid form as he turned in search of her. He did not move to intercept, simply regarded her with quiet frustration as he wondered inwardly: what the fuck do you want?

Patience was not something that the young Melonii had learned to hone, and so he prepared to carry on. He was in no mood to linger around these shitty mountains in the bitter cold and allow sleet to seep further into his pelage. Another call came, however, from the opposite side of him, and his gaze settled on another alabaster figure.

This one he recognised, and the boy smoothed his lobes against his sodden nape. Though he did not recall her name (or if he ever cared to learn it), Venamis remembered how she'd been present on the day he followed Maegi to the dark woods. At once they'd butted heads, but he never saw her following that encounter and the circumstances surrounding her dispersal were unknown.

His hackles bristled and his brow furrowed, for the spider suddenly felt a sense of vulnerability at the strong possibility of attack.