Timestamp: 72nd of Fall, 511 AV
Time: Morning
Shai tossed twice in sluggish succession before sitting bolt upright with no prior warning. She had fallen asleep in Antar’s tent the night before and fortunately had woken up in the same location. The rogue was not completely forgiven for last night’s escapades and since he was still in the tent she would let her continued displeasure be known. Her escalated breathing quickly brought under control; it had been a nightmare and nothing more to continue to be worked up was ridiculous. The logic seemed sound but that didn’t stop the images from haunting her, dreams meant nothing anyways.
For now, although, the past could wait. Shai always woke up a mess, her braid askew, hardly holding and the terrible state of her clothing after having been slept in. Tugging out the tie restraining her hair, the Symenestra began to work through the tangles with nothing but the blunt backsides of her claws for a comb. On the long list of objects she kept within her cloak, which currently lay in a corner of the tent, toiletries were not among them. Letting her eyes roam as she fixed her hair the same way she did every day, the thief’s eyes lit upon the most relevant facets of the tent. After items and escape routes her gaze rested upon the rogue. What precisely does one say in this situation? Thank you for dragging me back to your tent after you led me into a trap and let a crazy robbed human attack me? Well, he had saved her though she would have to push to recall it. Well, there was only one place to start. Shai parted her lips to speak only to find her vocal cords immobilized by a hearty yawn. Clicking her tongue once after the yawn had finished with her lungs she continued, “Good Morning, Antar. It is still morning I hope?”
Truth be told Shai preferred to keep nocturnal hours for safety and to facilitate her trade. When she woke up during the day on her own it was usually nearing sunset so trying to keep this human’s hours as she had been for the past handful of days was shifting her cycle. Still, after the events of last night there was a fair chance she had slept most of the day away.
Time: Morning
Shai kneeled upon a silken cushion; in all directions she was surrounding by wispy gossamer curtains several layers deep. But, of course, there was no breeze to flutter the sheets. In her palms lay a delicately carved hoop with a slim ebony silk membrane pulled taut over the frame. Eyes probing, the willowy woman south to comprehend the pattern in the dusky fabric. There was no doubt or hesitation in the spider’s recognition of the device; it was an embroidery circle. Not just any hoop though, it was her own from Kalinor.
Her mind struggled through a suffocating veil as she sought to answer the overwhelming question of what she was stitching. Slowly her mind brought together the pieces. How could she have been so blind? It was a spider’s web in silvery-blue thread. Such a common pattern, at least normally. Shai had stitched hundreds of webs over her years. This one although seemed vastly more complex than any she had ever designed before. It seemed as though the longer she focused upon it the more intricate the pattern grew, seeming to transform at each further progression of her thoughts. Shifting subtly her mind began to wander down into the stitchings seeing more than simple thread, instead each seemed to be a story. Some would say a picture was worth a thousand words, but it seemed to Shai in that moment a stitch was worth a life-times worth.
At first she was unaware of the phenomena occurring within her mind and when she became away that the pattern was taking over her resistance began. Struggling physically against the weight of the threaded restraints. When all seemed lost, and the memories began to invade her mind the world vanished into stark white as swift as a wick catching flame.
Her mind struggled through a suffocating veil as she sought to answer the overwhelming question of what she was stitching. Slowly her mind brought together the pieces. How could she have been so blind? It was a spider’s web in silvery-blue thread. Such a common pattern, at least normally. Shai had stitched hundreds of webs over her years. This one although seemed vastly more complex than any she had ever designed before. It seemed as though the longer she focused upon it the more intricate the pattern grew, seeming to transform at each further progression of her thoughts. Shifting subtly her mind began to wander down into the stitchings seeing more than simple thread, instead each seemed to be a story. Some would say a picture was worth a thousand words, but it seemed to Shai in that moment a stitch was worth a life-times worth.
At first she was unaware of the phenomena occurring within her mind and when she became away that the pattern was taking over her resistance began. Struggling physically against the weight of the threaded restraints. When all seemed lost, and the memories began to invade her mind the world vanished into stark white as swift as a wick catching flame.
Shai tossed twice in sluggish succession before sitting bolt upright with no prior warning. She had fallen asleep in Antar’s tent the night before and fortunately had woken up in the same location. The rogue was not completely forgiven for last night’s escapades and since he was still in the tent she would let her continued displeasure be known. Her escalated breathing quickly brought under control; it had been a nightmare and nothing more to continue to be worked up was ridiculous. The logic seemed sound but that didn’t stop the images from haunting her, dreams meant nothing anyways.
For now, although, the past could wait. Shai always woke up a mess, her braid askew, hardly holding and the terrible state of her clothing after having been slept in. Tugging out the tie restraining her hair, the Symenestra began to work through the tangles with nothing but the blunt backsides of her claws for a comb. On the long list of objects she kept within her cloak, which currently lay in a corner of the tent, toiletries were not among them. Letting her eyes roam as she fixed her hair the same way she did every day, the thief’s eyes lit upon the most relevant facets of the tent. After items and escape routes her gaze rested upon the rogue. What precisely does one say in this situation? Thank you for dragging me back to your tent after you led me into a trap and let a crazy robbed human attack me? Well, he had saved her though she would have to push to recall it. Well, there was only one place to start. Shai parted her lips to speak only to find her vocal cords immobilized by a hearty yawn. Clicking her tongue once after the yawn had finished with her lungs she continued, “Good Morning, Antar. It is still morning I hope?”
Truth be told Shai preferred to keep nocturnal hours for safety and to facilitate her trade. When she woke up during the day on her own it was usually nearing sunset so trying to keep this human’s hours as she had been for the past handful of days was shifting her cycle. Still, after the events of last night there was a fair chance she had slept most of the day away.