Rey flashed Dex a normal, human grin as the spider made his request. "Iss hardly my fault your kind are sso limitted in sshape. We Dhani sshift naturally, a gift from our mother and Goddesss But no. Chancce iss that you will not ssee it again." The symenestra should be honoured, really. Not many who'd had the chance to see a Dhani shift had survived to tell of it.
"Have met sseveral of your kind here." Rey told Dex, his eyes searching out the flowers he'd kept passed on his way in. "Lasst one wass a friend." For a certain value of the word friend, at any rate. "Otherss, only in passing."
He listened as Dex spoke, considering the spider's explanation thoughtfully. Words of honour, conveying... what? Tone? Private relationships? A curious notion. Did they have different words for strangers, friends, sisters or lovers? What if two people had a different idea of their relationship? It was one way of keeping things straightforward, he supposed. Removed some of the ambiguity from personal relationships. Though that opened up a whole new basket of questions, all of which Rey filed away for later.
The existence of an upper class in Symenestra society was less surprising to him. Every city and society he'd encountered had them, from Ahnatep to Sunberth. Even Alvadas had a stratified society, though it hardly mattered in most respects. Why not the spiders as well?
At Dex's jibe at his height, Rey rolled his eyes. Squashing the swell of indignant irritation, he smirked at the spider. "Little one? Brave wordsss, from one who hass sseen my other sshapess."
"Ass for what I wass doing, well. I wass ssimply following the path that Lady Ionu had... laid..." Rey trailed off, and stopped dead in his tracks, eyes fixed on the path ahead of him.
The sun had not quite set yet, but hung low in the sky, on the verge of disappearing, leaving just enough light to see by. Rey could see, ahead of them, a smooth stone wall, and projected on it, a distorted shadow.
The shadow shifted, and the shape of it grew clearer, a bulbous mass surrounded by sharp lines, no, legs, those were legs, twitching and stretching.
Was it Rey's imagination, or was that a whiff of... decay in the air? Unbidden, the memory of the winter war flashed in his mind, the whispers of undead showing up once more suddenly striking him as a lot less ridiculous than they had.
Absurdly, Rey laughed, a little shakily. Without taking his eyes from the shadow, he nudged the spider beside him. "Long dead uncle of yourss? "
"Have met sseveral of your kind here." Rey told Dex, his eyes searching out the flowers he'd kept passed on his way in. "Lasst one wass a friend." For a certain value of the word friend, at any rate. "Otherss, only in passing."
He listened as Dex spoke, considering the spider's explanation thoughtfully. Words of honour, conveying... what? Tone? Private relationships? A curious notion. Did they have different words for strangers, friends, sisters or lovers? What if two people had a different idea of their relationship? It was one way of keeping things straightforward, he supposed. Removed some of the ambiguity from personal relationships. Though that opened up a whole new basket of questions, all of which Rey filed away for later.
The existence of an upper class in Symenestra society was less surprising to him. Every city and society he'd encountered had them, from Ahnatep to Sunberth. Even Alvadas had a stratified society, though it hardly mattered in most respects. Why not the spiders as well?
At Dex's jibe at his height, Rey rolled his eyes. Squashing the swell of indignant irritation, he smirked at the spider. "Little one? Brave wordsss, from one who hass sseen my other sshapess."
"Ass for what I wass doing, well. I wass ssimply following the path that Lady Ionu had... laid..." Rey trailed off, and stopped dead in his tracks, eyes fixed on the path ahead of him.
The sun had not quite set yet, but hung low in the sky, on the verge of disappearing, leaving just enough light to see by. Rey could see, ahead of them, a smooth stone wall, and projected on it, a distorted shadow.
The shadow shifted, and the shape of it grew clearer, a bulbous mass surrounded by sharp lines, no, legs, those were legs, twitching and stretching.
Was it Rey's imagination, or was that a whiff of... decay in the air? Unbidden, the memory of the winter war flashed in his mind, the whispers of undead showing up once more suddenly striking him as a lot less ridiculous than they had.
Absurdly, Rey laughed, a little shakily. Without taking his eyes from the shadow, he nudged the spider beside him. "Long dead uncle of yourss? "
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