Wordcount: 624
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: The weaver takes some time to rest and recuperate.

NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!

There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the story page to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.

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Hunting Cabin (Afternoon)

The teacher goes into town and leaves her to putter about the cabin. The weaver takes the time off to work on purifying her body and then contacting the other weavers.

The cabin is surrounded by the woods, a snow filled nothing emptiness that settles quietly around them. The pine trees are oddly faint here, and the scent of snow if heavy on the wind. It’s a wet smell, as if she can still sense the storms that passed earlier in the week. The heaviest snows are already passed; this is the long blank portion of winter where it is dark and cold and not much else. Spring is not around the corner per se, but it’s close enough to think about.

The cabin is roomy, although it’s only a single room. The walls are massive tree trunks, patched with mud and grasses. It smells a bit like summer time, but over everything hangs the scent of smoking meat. The smoke shed out back hasn’t been used yet this winter, but she knows that later on in the season they will be running almost none stop.

The Little Sister makes comforting noises, as it settles in for a nap in her eye socket. Even though the spider had been a t full strength earlier, the rush of magic and adrenaline tires her almost as much as it tries the weaver, they both need from rest and the weaver thinks that maybe this would be a good place to do so.

They are far enough out that the villagers most likely won’t come out this far, and the tether is going into town to warn them off anyways. Of course that means that they might be ambushed out here, alone, but at the moment she is too tired to care. The idea of someone taking care of her rankles a bit, she hasn’t has anyone do that since she left the convent when she was a child just on the verge of growing into. Now she’s been on her over for over a handful of years, six she thinks, but it might be seven, and she hasn’t has to rely on anyone else in a long while.

But there is something comforting about the fact that she doesn’t have to worry where her next meal will be coming from, or if she’ll be strong enough to feel the Little Sister never time the spiders hunger rises. There is something odd about that fact that she knows the spider will eat her, if forced to, but it’s also nice to know at least her death won’t be a waste.

There is little enough to do in the cabin it is mostly empty, since the season if off, so she pulls what provision she can and starts making from hot mash. The grains will give her energy and she feels the need to sleep pressing in upon her. She finished cooking and eating right before it s becomes intolerable, and she banks the fire again the coming night. Most likely the teacher will be back before nightfall, but she doesn’t think she will be awake to see it. Normally when she naps after a fight it can be for days. The spider venom is draining, the loss of blood more so. There is a fine balance between how much of each she can have running through her veins.

She pulls the blanket from storage and curls up in front of the fire. Not close enough to burn, but close enough to leach what heat she can. The spider is already asleep, in a state of temporary hibernation until both of their energies returns. All she can do now is do the same.

Tomorrow will come soon enough.