connect the space b e t w e e n [OPEN]

[Aranea]

Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies, across this new divide If Aranea knew what he was considering she would have protested. As much as she yearned to be free to speak again she would not want him to sacrifice anything for her. Aranea would argue that she was not worth it, that he did not owe her such a grand gesture, and that he was a fool for considering it. Deep down, of course, she would be touched - to her very bones - but still she would argue. Not that she would have much of a voice to argue with. Time would return magic to these lands; in that she had faith. Her plan was not to wait for magic, though. Her plan was to seek the faeries when they next had a quest and to attempt to earn their favor. To find some way to communicate again. The faeries could be remorseless but they could also be merciful - Aranea only hoped she would find the latter and not, again, the former. No, she knew he would not stay for long. For now, though, she was content with the moments they did have. While she would have argued, too, that it was not his job to find her voice, she did not attempt to convey that. Instead a satisfied snort when he said he would stay and a contented flicker of her years. She did not touch him again (she was smart enough to know not to push her luck) but neither did she move away. Aranea wondered if he had ever stood so close with her mother. He of eight and the spider seemed as though they should have been attached at the hip - Aranea knew that was not ever the case. But she wondered how close they had been, how friendly they had been. She wondered at their stories and wished she could ask him for one - as it were she merely bobbed her head and gestured towards the whole of tephra as if to ask him how he could not love such a sight. The lands were beautiful and her fiery eyes were, for now, quite pleased to be able to drink them in.