2. [First an unplanned boat ride (where would that even have been possible) and now a city full of...humanity. And greater than any human place that still existed. The air tastes like magic, and the bridges are built of light. It's a dream he had once, and no one understood. He's just never imagined that it could be real.
If it is a dream, it certainly doesn't feel like it. But if it isn't then what is he supposed to do now?
He stands, stubbornly, on the end of a rainbow, unsure of whether or not he should test it. Things like that could never be trusted outright. Magic is always treacherous and this magic he doesn't understand, and can't wrestle into doing what he wants.
Perhaps, though, that's the point.]
What treachery is this, then? Who whispered?
3. [With so many humans crowded into one place, Cobweb feels...anxious. Alone. Not another har in sight. And with the close proximity to humanity...he'd never seen so many in one place. And with all of them pressing together and up against him, the escape routes seemed to be few and far between. He wasn't interested in initiating interaction with any of them. Mostly he was trying not to draw attention to himself, off in one corner, trying to look terrifying instead of terrified, keenly aware of the fact that he's desperately outnumbered.
There's something mystical in the air--something portentous in being surrounded. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe he'll wake up soon with more magic about him.
Cobweb | Wraeththu | TAKE 2
[First an unplanned boat ride (where would that even have been possible) and now a city full of...humanity. And greater than any human place that still existed. The air tastes like magic, and the bridges are built of light. It's a dream he had once, and no one understood. He's just never imagined that it could be real.
If it is a dream, it certainly doesn't feel like it. But if it isn't then what is he supposed to do now?
He stands, stubbornly, on the end of a rainbow, unsure of whether or not he should test it. Things like that could never be trusted outright. Magic is always treacherous and this magic he doesn't understand, and can't wrestle into doing what he wants.
Perhaps, though, that's the point.]
What treachery is this, then? Who whispered?
3.
[With so many humans crowded into one place, Cobweb feels...anxious. Alone. Not another har in sight. And with the close proximity to humanity...he'd never seen so many in one place. And with all of them pressing together and up against him, the escape routes seemed to be few and far between. He wasn't interested in initiating interaction with any of them. Mostly he was trying not to draw attention to himself, off in one corner, trying to look terrifying instead of terrified, keenly aware of the fact that he's desperately outnumbered.
There's something mystical in the air--something portentous in being surrounded. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe he'll wake up soon with more magic about him.
It doesn't feel like one, though.]