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@broken-silken-being
Ah, so this is the web? I must say, I've never seen anything like this before. It intrigues me.
I suppose you may address me using this blog, however, know that I was never given a proper title. As it was never truly necessary.
Nevertheless, It could be nice to finally try and reach out to other bugs...
But please, don't inform the Citadel
Or the grand mother
Or my siblings
They aren't aware of me and I believe it is best to keep it that way
to @sylphsong-eva’s mod (i don’t know your mod account sorry (^_^’)7): thanks for being willing to have my little mantis on your blog, seeing eva and dea interact brings me much joy
to @thepurevessel1: so glad you’re on pharloomblr your little silken creature is such a treat to observe :D
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:D !!!! Thank you!! It was actually because of you talking about how fun it was here that I got interested in joining in!
Watching the roleplays with Dea and Eva have been so delightful :D
tell me, do you miss your siblings?
I was never properly introduced to them, they should not be aware of me
I was kept away from them, from the weavers from the other silkborn she wove and I was meant to remain as such
And yet
Always
(A small golden Weaver servitor makes its way into the abandoned Weavenest.) (It does not appear to be there for the silken being - rather, it is simply exploring the Nest. It does not notice their presence.)
(She was headed towards the door, ready to leave and make the trek back into the wastes beyond
But then she saw it, a mere glimpse in the corner of her eyes
A golden servitor...? Nothing like the ones she'd previously seen around the Weavenest no nono she knew such a thing wasn't there before
Nothing like that striking golden color nothing like the way it moved nothing like the way it freely explored the area)
. . . Oh
(It was being controlled by a Weaver no doubt and she was in their nest and she was here where she was never supposed to be and they'd see her and she'd never be able to return here again
She did the only thing she could possibly do now that leaving wasn't an option
She froze)
(The golden servitor continues exploring for a moment, but eventually, unavoidably, encounters the silken being.) (It stills for a moment. Then a voice echoes from the automaton.) Greetings, being of Silk. Curious to find one such as yourself in a Weaver's nest. ... We are Yivel. Weaver of the Red Accord. This Eye of ours was sent to see if anything was left in our Sister's burrow we could make use of. ... To our knowledge, she is certainly no longer around to use it. We mean you no harm. We can see your fear, but one such as yourself has nothing to fear from us.
(She doesn't say anything for a long moment, her gaze fixed on the servitor
But as Yivel's words registered her threaded form once held taut now seemed to ease even if only slightly)
"I apologize for intruding, I was aware this was an old Weavenest, however I was uninformed it was still visited."
(Despite the fact there wasn't any visible tension anymore, her voice did still waver)
"Nonetheless- It's good to see you well. I've not seen a Weaver nor heard one in quite some time."
(She almost seems to want to come closer to the construct, raising a claw towards it before quickly thinking better of it)
"... Although I'm... Not entirely certain I was ever supposed to meet them."
(A small golden Weaver servitor makes its way into the abandoned Weavenest.) (It does not appear to be there for the silken being - rather, it is simply exploring the Nest. It does not notice their presence.)
(She was headed towards the door, ready to leave and make the trek back into the wastes beyond
But then she saw it, a mere glimpse in the corner of her eyes
A golden servitor...? Nothing like the ones she'd previously seen around the Weavenest no nono she knew such a thing wasn't there before
Nothing like that striking golden color nothing like the way it moved nothing like the way it freely explored the area)
". . . Oh"
(It was being controlled by a Weaver no doubt and she was in their nest and she was here where she was never supposed to be and they'd see her and she'd never be able to return here again
She did the only thing she could possibly do now that leaving wasn't an option
She froze)
Hello silkly fellow!
How much are you aware of the greater happenings in Pharloomblr, and do you have any opinions on anyone / anything :3
I'm aware of the organist waking and the upcoming festivities that many have spoken of, but I must admit I haven't been keeping up with much as of late.
I've been focused on attempting to care for the flower I was gifted, it seems much brighter now after I placed it within the clean waters.
As for my thoughts? I'll admit, I am not entirely sure what to say.
There was the one that found me, they offered me something vibrant and blue that held medicinal properties. They were quite lovely, I believe.
Even though I couldn't accept, I truly did appreciate the gesture.
...
There's also the matter of Satin, I suppose
He seems rather kind
I'm not certain if I'll ever be able to reach out again
The first time was an accident and
I do not believe I'd be allowed to do so again willingly
Nonetheless I'm
I'm quite glad that he's well
I've spent enough time in this old Weavenest, I've secured the flower within the strands of my silk so it won't fall on the journey out.
However, I cannot deny the fact that this place offered me a sense of comfort I've not felt in
In an age
But a silken being made of her was never supposed to find this let alone remain in it for as long as I have
It was hidden from her sight for a reason
I'm keenly aware of that
ah...
So they've awakened?
I offer my congrats, however, I'm all too aware that I cannot join in
Nevertheless I'm happy for them, truly happy, that is all there is to say I suppose
I've managed to wash off the muckmaggots, which is quite a relief.
It has been so long since I've seen fresh flowing water like this, I never would have believed that there was any left in the wastes, and yet here it is.
However, the strain the muckmaggots placed upon my silk caused many strands to shred, and I realize that If I were to leave I would only be wading through the muck once more.
I suppose I'll rest here for a moment, allow the flower to soak up as much water as it requires, and then I'll pick it up again to make the journey back.
It opened
I apologize for not saying so earlier but
It reacted to the song
I'm now within what appears to be a place once inhabited by her first children, the weavers.
It's hidden away here, away from her sight, away from her influence.
... Am I ... Supposed to be here? This was for them THIS was for them wasn't it? Nothing of her was supposed to reach it.
And yet
. . .
There's clean water here, down at the bottom
I hope this'll be enough
Perhaps the flower will thrive after all.
I have to admit that every part of my form aches, my silk is torn, waterlogged, and I am utterly exhausted.
But, I am glad that I've kept it safe.
I am glad that it will get a chance to flourish.
To continue to bloom.
It opened
I apologize for not saying so earlier but
It reacted to the song
I'm now within what appears to be a place once inhabited by her first children, the weavers.
It's hidden away here, away from her sight, away from her influence.
... Am I ... Supposed to be here? This was for them THIS was for them wasn't it? Nothing of her was supposed to reach it.
And yet
. . .
There's clean water here, down at the bottom
I hope this'll be enough
Perhaps the flower will thrive after all.
I've been wading through these muck filled waters for ages it seems
My silk aches from the muckmaggots tearing at my strands
It is so incredibly frigid now, I doubt being completely soaked is doing me any favors
But, despite all of that, I believe I've found it. I've truly found the door.
Now I suppose all that's left to be done... Is to play.
I've been searching for a while now and I've still yet to find that hidden door I was informed of.
However, I've seen many bugs wandering nearby, traveling together through the wastes.
I'm not entirely sure why they're here, but I have no intention of interrupting their journey.
There is a place within the wastes that has the clean water you so seek, but I do not advise a woven being like yourself to go there.
There's a passage through the muckmaggots, you will have to swim to reach a door, and when you reach that door you will have to play your pin to get in.
A passage through the muckmaggots..?
Prolonged swimming in these waters would certainly cause me to unravel further
But...
I can't simply allow it to wilt
I'll attempt to find the door, I'll seek more silk to repair myself later I suppose.
Pardon my request, but is anyone aware of an area within the wastes putrid and bile that contains clean water?
I've been searching to no avail for a long while now and I'd certainly appreciate the aid.
I know that most everywhere is covered in muck, I've been here long enough to know that. But I'm still willing to try, to attempt to find somewhere so this flower won't wilt.
I am incredibly glad for the gift that was bestowed upon me, believe me. But I'm not sure how one such as I could sustain it?
It's a flower, a wonderful delicate thing, and I'm left to protect it in this place filled with waste.
I wish I could do better.
I sincerely hope It stays healthy.
I don't want to ruin it I just wish I could keep it for longer if possible I
I must find clean water.
what fabrics make up your form?
I was spun out of strands of pure silk manifested directly from her will, so I'm not entirely sure It can be exactly comparable to any existing fabrics.
But with that explanation in mind, I have woven many sources of silk into my form so I wouldn't be surprised if I held some traces of common cloth.
