Aurora
Aurora watched the two make awkward conversation from some forgotten doorway of the ballroom, leading to space where the old castle custodians had likely stored tables and chairs in the fort's heyday. She had originally come to investigate the odd tapping and to find a peice of wood suitable to her purposes, but with the former of those proving of little interest she went back to her search. It needn't be anything fancy, it just had to be in good enough condition to not fall apart at the mere touch. By knowing this place, that was a bit of a tough ask.
Finally however, her eyes settled on a particularly thick plank, it's original purpose long forgotten as it lay discarded in a corner. Silently she flexed her wrist, sending a stream of silk that solidified the moment it reacted with the air and reeled in the board with neither of the two mortals any the wiser. With what she needed in hand, Aurora quickly absconded back into the side room, where Achles still wheeled about.
The youngster had a name, but he couldn't speak it. Not yet at least, perhaps in time they would find a way to facilitate it. For now though a name tag would do. Initially she had considered using a lance to etch the words into the glass of his jar, but there was no telling how well it would hold up, or what unseen reaction might take place. Especially when any etching she did wouldn't be very legible unless there were multiple passes. A simple wooden sign was thus the safer and simpler option.
It was easy enough to prepare the plank, cleaning it's edges, doing some decorative outerwork, and finally carving his name... though there were a few points when the concentrated power of her lance threatened to immolate the whole thing. A few adjustments to it's strength and the task was done without burning anything down. Along with the large blackened font and accenting she had bored two holes on either top corner; connection points to attach rope. That step was practically second nature to her, and less than minutes later she had a thick, dark red silk cord braided in her hands and ready for use. There was no need for her to call Achles, for he had had already come over out of sheer curiosity.
"Ah good, good..."Aurora said, trying and failing to reach the cord around the circumference of his jar. Not because it's length fell short, but rather her child-like arms did. The absurdity of it all brought a small, scoffing chuckle from her. It had been eons since she was this small, and it was not a feeling she relished being subjected to again. But there wasn't terribly much she could do about it either. Achles again swiveled his wheels in confusion, drawing her back from her mild indignation. She decided to accept her diminutive stature and simply walked the cord around his jar, using a bit of silk to keep the tag in place all the while. By the end, the young spider both had his name displayed for all the world to see, and looked rather dashing thanks to the contrast of dark red against the motley green of his perpetual poison. Aurora couldn't help but step back and admire her handiwork.
"I do wonder though...while this seems to have worked fine thus far, it might be even better to get you out of that jar. But we'd have to find a way to help you control your venom production. Hmmmm... I could try myself but it would better with Dackly's help," Speaking of which... she absolutely no idea where the other mother of Achles even was. It had been ages since she even so much as saw the gorgon. "Well, we can figure that out later. For now, why don't you go show off your new name, hm?"
Excited wheel swiveling brought a gentle smile to her face as she ascended into the rafters. It had been too long since she'd felt something like this. And in that moment as she felt it again, she realized... she had stopped caring about her vengeance long ago. Her children had stopped being mere instruments of her wrath the moment she chose to jeopardize her own power to save them. She had alreadyrealized the blood war had been pointless from the start, but now she truly understood why she felt that way. It was a reason far beyond any perspective she had gained from the Positive Energy plane, or her interactions with the fleshb- er mortals she had met here and how they had slowly changed her mind.
All Aurora could care about anymore was the prosperity of her children. Minerva and her little cult of man threatened that small but immutable dream, and so she would destroy her and everything Minerva had ever loved or cherished, and the only thing Minerva had ever loved was her order and the authority it brought her.
Then there were the Trespassers. Oh pitiable, yet irredeemable little terrors threatening all existence, her children included. Once Minerva was dead, she would take her spark and become the sun which purged them all back into the depths of the nothingness from whence they'd came. And she would keep doing it for however long it took...
Even if it took an Eternity.
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Topic: [IC] Trespassers of the Multiverse: Gaiden Gaiden: Ballroom (Travel Phase) (Read 6600 times)