Snippet #962463

"Haaa... Haha... Finally." It was painstaking to get back here, but finally. The Nightmarian Spider walked into the city of Gia, her abdomen holding a asymmetrical sack of god-knows-what. After she was examined, she was let in. Many people already had identified her by sight, and it only took a quick confirmation that she wasn't some magical doppleganger or disguise worn by one of the Children of Fire.

"Where the hell have you been, you thieving pest?" A guard asked, staring at her pointedly. Mercy responded by blowing a kiss and disappearing before the guard could get his wits together. "God damn it." he griped.

The city had grown in size in just a single year. Most of the structures were recognizable- a particular style of Fong's that was resilient to everything mother nature threw at them. Granted, it was a little sacrificial on space, but it provided a sturdy shelter. Mercy tapped her chin with one finger, wondering where the General was now. Before she had left, the Wind General had been moving around, designing structural blueprints for various buildings and sleeping in a tent with everyone else. When some buildings were completed, he moved around, working his stay. "Hopefully the poor fool has some place to stay." She said. "It'd be a pity to see him free-loading again. Though.... it would teach him some manners." She said, thinking more like a mother than a partner. She poked around, and found out that the man had opened up a small clinic and armory, and was continuing to help plan out future buildings. Well, wasn't he the hard worker?

She took off once more, getting a feel for the new city. So much more advanced than it was a year ago. Yawning, she lightly touched her mouth twice with her hand, her lewd actions eliciting embarrassed reactions. She grinned. Still haven't lost my touch.

The Spider decided to take a break. She had been traveling all day, trying to avoid conflict with the Children of Fire. Not that they might have bothered her intentionally, but avoidance altogether was preferable. By everyone. She stopped by a large in, the Holy Hannah, run by two Dark Elves. She recognized them as two of the few dark elves that survived the Day of Ashes. Not to mention they were handsome little boys as well. Stretching her arms, she walked over to a corner where she scaled up the wall and dug in, to save space. A spider was comfortable in any position. She didn't really need a chair, and even if one was offered, her large abdomen would prove to be too much for the poor thing.

She shifted through her items slightly, deciding to call for a meal after fixing up all the things she had brought with her in the bag. Of course, many of the eyes had turned to look at the spider that preferred to sit on the wall, rather than on a chair. The walls weren't damaged, but it was simply just odd. Placing the bag under her, the space below the table was filled with the mass of the bag. She'd make the big arrival scene to Fong after she was full.

"Waaaaaaiter!" She called.