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- Rhalkyr settles a cat of black ink into the crook of his left arm as he stares at
- enormous eyes of the Greev, pacing about the massive orbs in slow, faintly erratic loops, ever
- keeping his masked face directed towards them, no matter how he turns and shifts.
- Rhalkyr abruptly comes to a halt, collapsing into a cross-legged seated position,
- facing the eyes. With the blunt, thick fingers of his right hand, he taps out a slow, steady rhythm
- upon the side of his thigh, gazing fixedly at the malignant spheres of forest detritus.
- You think to yourself: Always, the woven jungle. Always, that internal construct born of things most
- beloved, most revered. Increasingly, obfuscation, distraction - distress. Obsession. The mist
- permeates the wilderness entire, winding insidiously through the boughs and roots of silken, twisted
- trees, suffusing the blessed peace of shadow with cloying grease.
- The Greev, that most unwelcome of guests, remains, looming over all like a
- baleful titan. Upon a distant cliff, the tiger - or a child's awkward interpretation of one, at
- least, all lumpen lack of grace and malformed ineptitude. The eyes are as chips of broken glass
- pushed clumsily into clay, asymmetrical in form and alignment, but united in the unwavering glare
- they direct at the Greev.
- Flick, flick, flick. A poorly striped tail, an uneven serpent of shoddy clay,
- thumps and twitches in agitation, back and forth, back and forth, keeping time with the beat of his
- heart. A voice, mocking and endlessly lovely, "Knowing that, is the subject of that vision the
- Greev? Or someone else?" Some/one/. Not some/thing/. A giant spider. Another voice, cool and rich,
- but lent a warmth by the fond regard he feels, "It portrays that the Greev feels through vibrations
- in a web." A web. A web. A web. Does it await, even now, lurking?
- Does he sit upon one of its strands? Has he stumbled across it, set it to
- thrumming, like a blind fly, while the massive arachnid watches? A literal web, as one of Her
- children weaves, or less so? Does it sense on strands of aether? Through the roots and vines and
- branches of the forest? Through the eyes and senses of lesser arachnids?
- You think to yourself: A dramatic sigh, a glimpse of pale flesh, as fine as marble. "What shape did
- the Greev take?" A grin. "It looked like a giant spider to me, that's for sure." It does not
- necessarily imply that the source of the thoughts, the wreath's vision presence, is a /giant/
- arachnid. It could be as little as his thumbnail, but did Khasur not say /a giant spider/, twice?
- Difficult to discern whether the repetition of phrasing was intentional, or meaningless.
- You have emoted: Tap.Tap. Tap. As constant, as unshifting in its implacability as the glittering
- stare of Rhalkyr's eyes upon that of his obsession.
- You think to yourself: The vivid image of Khasur, when he had asked of his theory of the Glomdoring
- triumvirate, of the threefold Goddess, Greev, and the Glomdoring. She had stepped forward, had she
- not? Was that not a sign of his brushing near something important, something true? She had taken
- time to answer, as well, with none of the lurking mockery present, gazing up to the sky. Was there
- something there?
- What had he said, precisely? The wording could be important, here. He knew,
- after all, how the placement and timing of a word here, a carefully selected phrase there, could
- bend and twist meaning into wildly differing shapes. "Blackpetal, is, the Greev." Then, Khasur's
- voice, "No." Just that. The clarification of Blackpetal as the Summer Song. The prolonged period of
- thought. The single word in response.
- You think to yourself: So. She was not the Greev. Khasur, however, would not answer who the thoughts
- of the vision belonged to. The presence - let us call them the Weaver - who was so concerned with
- how they were seen, if the Wyrd would permit two of /us/ to exist. Would 'they' understand. Who,
- then? Some/one/ that there is already another of. Someone that the Wyrd would have strong feelings,
- one way or another - enough to cast doubt if it would /permit/ the very existence of the Weaver.
- You think to yourself: Spiders. Webs. Wyrd. Two of us. Understanding. Hidden.
- Xenthos tells you, "Would you join us, please?"
- Discover the origin of the Greev. "What shape did the Greev take?" What
- /shape/ did it /take/. Was the Greev, then, modeled after something extant? Did it take its shape
- from the Weaver? Is the Weaver some older entity, tied to the origin of the Greev?
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