Summer 13, 504 AV Venidus Larkspur deftly navigated the ropes that connected the cocoon-like buildings. The shifts in lighting weren’t an issue for the Symenestra’s perfectly adapted eyes, and the treacherous web of silk that linked the city posed even less of a challenge. Venidus had been on one of his daily walks, but now he hastily made his way back to the family. A nap induced by an uncharacteristically warm day had extended the short trip into a large portion of his day. Greetings and familiar faces were ignored or given only a moment of recognition as the young Symenestra sped towards home. After a few minutes of scaling and sliding down silk rope after silk rope, he reached his destination. Without a moment of hesitation, he burst through the door and into his room. The scene that unfolded before him was truly spectacular. A whirlwind of silk and skin spun violently around the room. This corruption of aerial dancing replaced the grace, elegance, and darkness usually associated with the art form with something raw, primal, and disturbing. While the scene would terrify most of his people, Venidus let out a sigh of relief. His haste home was due to a slightly irrational fear that his web would discard his sister. She was, after all, broken goods after overgiving robbed her of all potential and hope. The sight was disturbing indeed, but the relief from her presence overshadowed any unsettled nerves. Venidus made his way across the room to take a glance out the window. “Hey Rassy. I see you’ve found a use for the curtains,” he said calmly. The words sounded mildly antagonistic, but the tone was nothing but loving. Sanairas did not respond. The loving younger brother tried to dodge the long silk streamers that were whipping through the air, but the flurry of cloth continued to brush against his face and dishevel his hair. The view of Kalinor seemed particularly elegant. The glow of opalgloams and the flickering of torches transformed the city into nothing short of miraculous. Nearby Symenestra traveling on the silken ropes moved with arachnid-like grace while those traveling in the distance resembled drops of water rolling down a string. Venidus decided to sit down on one of the room’s lavish silken chairs. While Web Larkspur had fallen from grace, the signs of their once mighty standing littered their home. Sanairas’s dance had become much more refined over the last few minutes and lucidity seemed to be returning to her blank eyes. Venidus shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The back of his mind felt unsettled and he knew what it was. Whenever he was around Sanairas in her compromised state, the feeling grew. At first, Venidus attributed it to his uncomfortable feelings regarding her mental instability, but recently he suspected that his sister’s hypnotic tendrils were digging ruthlessly into his mind. “I’ve been spending some time with surrogates. They are truly magnificent beings, and in many ways not as inferior as our people would like to believe...” This attempt at idle conversation went unexplored, but he could tell his sister was almost back and waited patiently as the stranglehold on his mind loosened. Come on Rassy... Your stronger than your condition... OOCHope this is what you had in mind. Tried to shoot a bit of lore in for good measure! |