Weaver Of Children

[guardofgreymoor]

rp blog for my weaver oc Neeva!

theyre a drapefly weaver, species made by @/bugs-o-plenty

theyre the weaver of children

blog is run by @whymustwebehere

ask questions! ask questions about anything! their past! sillies! magic annons are great! curse them idk! they've already been through the horrors so do whatever!

[no like actual hate hate though just bully them a bit but yea ask about them]

they're old in spirit but are still youngish in mind and in body

uhhh tags ig

#why tho? <-ooc, me

#summoned <-annon asks

#sit and stay <-non annon asks

#colours of the drapes <-anytime the colours of their cloak thingy changes (its not removable btw- its a physical part of them)

#ive missed you <-interactions with other weavers/ppl they knew in the cittadel (gms, weavers, lace maybe idk)

#visitors <-interactions with other blogs

#the past times <-interactions/asks of flashbacks in cittadel

ill add more at some point idk

ill also add drawings of them under cut

[thatlavendergremlin]

A reminder that this tumblr is not a safe place for any kind of bigotry.

You'll never be "too gay",

And be unapologetically queer 🏳️‍🌈

[guardofgreymoor]

What's the scariest thing you can think of?

hmm….

probably dying or poppy dying….

mother still being alive is a close second but yes.

poppy dying is the scariest thing I can think of

[writingdose]

Source

[guardofgreymoor]

*makes your legs longer for a few asks*

[there and if you couldnt tell im on a different drawing platform]

long legs 1/5

[guardofgreymoor]

heres a gun

…

what is this

why..

?

[guardofgreymoor]

why are you gay

uh…well-….uh……you see it’s- uhm….well-

uhh…..

POPPY-

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[they were walking]

[they had been walking for a while]

[they. were, bored]

[they saw a shape in the mists and turned to it]

...lace?

@guardofgreymoor

[Thorn turns towards the direction of the voice, surprised to find anyone here. Who could this be? Certainly not someone who knows him, or else they would know he does not go by that name anymore...]

[Thorn waves the mist away... revealing himself to Neeva as well as Neeva to himself.]

[As the mist clears, Neeva sees that Thorn appears to be.... carrying a broken log?]

[Thorn tenses up. He can clearly see Neeva now, and recognises what they are. A weaver. He has seen many effigies and depictions of them, but never à living one....... Well, excepted Hornet, but she is only half weaver. And Widow, who he was never allowed to be close to. This is the first time he is close enough to à weaver to perhaps be able to touch them... or be touched by them.]

[Thorn has heard the stories. Stories of tyranny and power, of divine daughters... of the abused, rebellious children of the same mother who he in turn had to betray.]

[He tightens his grip on his weapon slightely, but makes no movement to attack.]

..... That name is not mine anymore. Now I am Thorn, and if you do not know this, then you probably do not know that I am to be addresses as à man.

You are a weaver. I must admit I was unaware there were any left. Except that half-wyrm, Hornet. You are fortunate, you maker is no more. She is a threat to you no longer.

I must ask, weaver, how do you know of me? Has someone else spoken of me to you? Unless my memory falters I am quite certain we have never met.

I.... must also ask, have you tampered with the kist, or the wraiths? I have noticed.... odd colouration and behavior in them.

[Thorn looks at Neeva, tense but not threatening, expecting an answer.]

[This whole time, he never has acknowledged the log on his shoulder.]

[guardofgreymoor]

of course, Thorn. wait- mother is dead- how-what-when-wha ? oh uh- n-no- I learned about you when I was hiding in the cittadel- we have never met no- and no- I met with the mist breifley but they seemed...as normal as living mist can be....

i must ask,....

why are you carrying a log from greymoor and how did you get it?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

Oh, that?

[Thorn puts the log down.]

I took it from an old structure. Nobody seemed to be using it, and I required à target for training. Unfortunately my Sibling was opposed to keeping wood from Greymoor. Apparently in may contain mold. From the rain and moisture.

My Sibling has adopted a small moss creature. Mold spored may be unhealthy for it.

[guardofgreymoor]

ohohoh- what building was it?? oh deer... most wood in Greymoor is loadbering- it wasn't exactly built very smartly- uh did you take it from the east side of greymoor? by the lake? lots of birds...urr it kinda looks like west side wood but there is some overlap......

[they took a half step forward, very serious, this was importaint]

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[Thorn steps aside to let Neeva look at the log. Not without first yanking the blade out of the wood.]

I took it from somewhere close to the Sinner's Road. There were indeed à few birds. A small nuisance.

[guardofgreymoor]

hmm shouldn't be too much trouble- I've been meaning to fix that area up a bit or at least block it off- its such a hazard but I know the red princess uses that path hmm...

oh enough about greymoor- how are you? why are you here instead of the cittadel?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

I came to live with my Sibling, at the organ. Tis not the most pristine of places, but we make it our own. Whaat was once à prison is now a home. And a well guarded one.

[As he makes that final comment, Thorn gestures to the sickly green wraiths.]

They are more efficient when they are not tampered with this way.

[guardofgreymoor]

[they turn and stare at the green wraths]

huh...

what are they made of? if silk could heal them I must insist I help- or anything you need- I know silk is hard to find around here-this place surrounded by maggots....ugh

[phantom-and-lace-both]

While they are made of silk, feeding them will do very little for their current condition. They will get better with time.

[Thorn hesitates before adding : ]

If you have any silk to give, my Sibling and I will gladly take it.

[guardofgreymoor]

oh yes of course! of course I can ! do you have any spools? I can give you as much as you need! perhaps I could meet your sibling and give you two silk if you have spools at your...house..? where are you living?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

We live in the Exhaust Organ, at the center of the mist. You may follow me there. We have spools that could be re-filled.

[guardofgreymoor]

yes yes of course! all the silk you need- as many spools can be filled I suppose !

[phantom-and-lace-both]

Well, you may follow me then.

[Thorn steps into the mist, slowly making his way to the Exhaust Organ, always keeping an eye on Neeva. Both to make sure they are following, and to make sure they are not being à threat.]

[The log is left behind in the mist. A few green wraiths approach it curiously.]

[guardofgreymoor]

[they follow at a safe distance, looking around as much as they could, fiddling with something on their cloak as they walked]

tsk....

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[After some walking, they have arrived in a large cave free of mist.]

This is the Organ.

[There in the cave stands a towering mass of rusting métal and pipes. The are is filled with thick silence, stillness and heavy moisture. There is no song, and from the openings from which mist should be blowing nothing comes out, but the structure still fills the cave with a mystical aura. The machine seems merely asleep, waiting for the next time its musician will wake it and put it to work.]

My Sibling normally plays, but they have been... unwell. They are recovering, but in the meantime I play instead. I am no great musician, but it is enough to sustain our protection.

[Thorn keeps Neeva in his sight, observing their réaction closely.]

[guardofgreymoor]

oh..wow-its beautiful- oh my goodness-living here would be amazing- you two are lucky-

[they stare up at it in awe- it really was stunning]

[phantom-and-lace-both]

You think so? You have not seen the interior. Come now, I will show you.

[Thorn enters and gesture at Neeva to come in.]

[The inside of the Organ is... in disrepair, to say the least. Ceilings and walls crumbling, covered in rust and decay.]

There used to be drapeflies living in the curtains... fortunately, we are rid of them now.

[Thorn leads Neeva upwards, to à central elevator that seems like was recently repaired, the gears and mechanisms jarringly pristine in the middle of all the ruin.]

My sibling is probably up now. Our spools are also on the upper levels.

[Thorn enters the elevator and gesture at Neeva to follow.]

[guardofgreymoor]

[they step in the elevator]

the drapeflies are gone? do you..know where they went? ah nevermind- how is your sibling doing? I actually did know them when I was in the cittadel- I cant say we were friends but...we were on good terms

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[they were walking]

[they had been walking for a while]

[they. were, bored]

[they saw a shape in the mists and turned to it]

...lace?

@guardofgreymoor

[Thorn turns towards the direction of the voice, surprised to find anyone here. Who could this be? Certainly not someone who knows him, or else they would know he does not go by that name anymore...]

[Thorn waves the mist away... revealing himself to Neeva as well as Neeva to himself.]

[As the mist clears, Neeva sees that Thorn appears to be.... carrying a broken log?]

[Thorn tenses up. He can clearly see Neeva now, and recognises what they are. A weaver. He has seen many effigies and depictions of them, but never à living one....... Well, excepted Hornet, but she is only half weaver. And Widow, who he was never allowed to be close to. This is the first time he is close enough to à weaver to perhaps be able to touch them... or be touched by them.]

[Thorn has heard the stories. Stories of tyranny and power, of divine daughters... of the abused, rebellious children of the same mother who he in turn had to betray.]

[He tightens his grip on his weapon slightely, but makes no movement to attack.]

..... That name is not mine anymore. Now I am Thorn, and if you do not know this, then you probably do not know that I am to be addresses as à man.

You are a weaver. I must admit I was unaware there were any left. Except that half-wyrm, Hornet. You are fortunate, you maker is no more. She is a threat to you no longer.

I must ask, weaver, how do you know of me? Has someone else spoken of me to you? Unless my memory falters I am quite certain we have never met.

I.... must also ask, have you tampered with the kist, or the wraiths? I have noticed.... odd colouration and behavior in them.

[Thorn looks at Neeva, tense but not threatening, expecting an answer.]

[This whole time, he never has acknowledged the log on his shoulder.]

[guardofgreymoor]

of course, Thorn. wait- mother is dead- how-what-when-wha ? oh uh- n-no- I learned about you when I was hiding in the cittadel- we have never met no- and no- I met with the mist breifley but they seemed...as normal as living mist can be....

i must ask,....

why are you carrying a log from greymoor and how did you get it?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

Oh, that?

[Thorn puts the log down.]

I took it from an old structure. Nobody seemed to be using it, and I required à target for training. Unfortunately my Sibling was opposed to keeping wood from Greymoor. Apparently in may contain mold. From the rain and moisture.

My Sibling has adopted a small moss creature. Mold spored may be unhealthy for it.

[guardofgreymoor]

ohohoh- what building was it?? oh deer... most wood in Greymoor is loadbering- it wasn't exactly built very smartly- uh did you take it from the east side of greymoor? by the lake? lots of birds...urr it kinda looks like west side wood but there is some overlap......

[they took a half step forward, very serious, this was importaint]

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[Thorn steps aside to let Neeva look at the log. Not without first yanking the blade out of the wood.]

I took it from somewhere close to the Sinner's Road. There were indeed à few birds. A small nuisance.

[guardofgreymoor]

hmm shouldn't be too much trouble- I've been meaning to fix that area up a bit or at least block it off- its such a hazard but I know the red princess uses that path hmm...

oh enough about greymoor- how are you? why are you here instead of the cittadel?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

I came to live with my Sibling, at the organ. Tis not the most pristine of places, but we make it our own. Whaat was once à prison is now a home. And a well guarded one.

[As he makes that final comment, Thorn gestures to the sickly green wraiths.]

They are more efficient when they are not tampered with this way.

[guardofgreymoor]

[they turn and stare at the green wraths]

huh...

what are they made of? if silk could heal them I must insist I help- or anything you need- I know silk is hard to find around here-this place surrounded by maggots....ugh

[phantom-and-lace-both]

While they are made of silk, feeding them will do very little for their current condition. They will get better with time.

[Thorn hesitates before adding : ]

If you have any silk to give, my Sibling and I will gladly take it.

[guardofgreymoor]

oh yes of course! of course I can ! do you have any spools? I can give you as much as you need! perhaps I could meet your sibling and give you two silk if you have spools at your...house..? where are you living?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

We live in the Exhaust Organ, at the center of the mist. You may follow me there. We have spools that could be re-filled.

[guardofgreymoor]

yes yes of course! all the silk you need- as many spools can be filled I suppose !

[phantom-and-lace-both]

Well, you may follow me then.

[Thorn steps into the mist, slowly making his way to the Exhaust Organ, always keeping an eye on Neeva. Both to make sure they are following, and to make sure they are not being à threat.]

[The log is left behind in the mist. A few green wraiths approach it curiously.]

[guardofgreymoor]

[they follow at a safe distance, looking around as much as they could, fiddling with something on their cloak as they walked]

tsk....

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[After some walking, they have arrived in a large cave free of mist.]

This is the Organ.

[There in the cave stands a towering mass of rusting métal and pipes. The are is filled with thick silence, stillness and heavy moisture. There is no song, and from the openings from which mist should be blowing nothing comes out, but the structure still fills the cave with a mystical aura. The machine seems merely asleep, waiting for the next time its musician will wake it and put it to work.]

My Sibling normally plays, but they have been... unwell. They are recovering, but in the meantime I play instead. I am no great musician, but it is enough to sustain our protection.

[Thorn keeps Neeva in his sight, observing their réaction closely.]

[guardofgreymoor]

oh..wow-its beautiful- oh my goodness-living here would be amazing- you two are lucky-

[they stare up at it in awe- it really was stunning]

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[they were walking]

[they had been walking for a while]

[they. were, bored]

[they saw a shape in the mists and turned to it]

...lace?

@guardofgreymoor

[Thorn turns towards the direction of the voice, surprised to find anyone here. Who could this be? Certainly not someone who knows him, or else they would know he does not go by that name anymore...]

[Thorn waves the mist away... revealing himself to Neeva as well as Neeva to himself.]

[As the mist clears, Neeva sees that Thorn appears to be.... carrying a broken log?]

[Thorn tenses up. He can clearly see Neeva now, and recognises what they are. A weaver. He has seen many effigies and depictions of them, but never à living one....... Well, excepted Hornet, but she is only half weaver. And Widow, who he was never allowed to be close to. This is the first time he is close enough to à weaver to perhaps be able to touch them... or be touched by them.]

[Thorn has heard the stories. Stories of tyranny and power, of divine daughters... of the abused, rebellious children of the same mother who he in turn had to betray.]

[He tightens his grip on his weapon slightely, but makes no movement to attack.]

..... That name is not mine anymore. Now I am Thorn, and if you do not know this, then you probably do not know that I am to be addresses as à man.

You are a weaver. I must admit I was unaware there were any left. Except that half-wyrm, Hornet. You are fortunate, you maker is no more. She is a threat to you no longer.

I must ask, weaver, how do you know of me? Has someone else spoken of me to you? Unless my memory falters I am quite certain we have never met.

I.... must also ask, have you tampered with the kist, or the wraiths? I have noticed.... odd colouration and behavior in them.

[Thorn looks at Neeva, tense but not threatening, expecting an answer.]

[This whole time, he never has acknowledged the log on his shoulder.]

[guardofgreymoor]

of course, Thorn. wait- mother is dead- how-what-when-wha ? oh uh- n-no- I learned about you when I was hiding in the cittadel- we have never met no- and no- I met with the mist breifley but they seemed...as normal as living mist can be....

i must ask,....

why are you carrying a log from greymoor and how did you get it?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

Oh, that?

[Thorn puts the log down.]

I took it from an old structure. Nobody seemed to be using it, and I required à target for training. Unfortunately my Sibling was opposed to keeping wood from Greymoor. Apparently in may contain mold. From the rain and moisture.

My Sibling has adopted a small moss creature. Mold spored may be unhealthy for it.

[guardofgreymoor]

ohohoh- what building was it?? oh deer... most wood in Greymoor is loadbering- it wasn't exactly built very smartly- uh did you take it from the east side of greymoor? by the lake? lots of birds...urr it kinda looks like west side wood but there is some overlap......

[they took a half step forward, very serious, this was importaint]

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[Thorn steps aside to let Neeva look at the log. Not without first yanking the blade out of the wood.]

I took it from somewhere close to the Sinner's Road. There were indeed à few birds. A small nuisance.

[guardofgreymoor]

hmm shouldn't be too much trouble- I've been meaning to fix that area up a bit or at least block it off- its such a hazard but I know the red princess uses that path hmm...

oh enough about greymoor- how are you? why are you here instead of the cittadel?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

I came to live with my Sibling, at the organ. Tis not the most pristine of places, but we make it our own. Whaat was once à prison is now a home. And a well guarded one.

[As he makes that final comment, Thorn gestures to the sickly green wraiths.]

They are more efficient when they are not tampered with this way.

[guardofgreymoor]

[they turn and stare at the green wraths]

huh...

what are they made of? if silk could heal them I must insist I help- or anything you need- I know silk is hard to find around here-this place surrounded by maggots....ugh

[phantom-and-lace-both]

While they are made of silk, feeding them will do very little for their current condition. They will get better with time.

[Thorn hesitates before adding : ]

If you have any silk to give, my Sibling and I will gladly take it.

[guardofgreymoor]

oh yes of course! of course I can ! do you have any spools? I can give you as much as you need! perhaps I could meet your sibling and give you two silk if you have spools at your...house..? where are you living?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

We live in the Exhaust Organ, at the center of the mist. You may follow me there. We have spools that could be re-filled.

[guardofgreymoor]

yes yes of course! all the silk you need- as many spools can be filled I suppose !

[phantom-and-lace-both]

Well, you may follow me then.

[Thorn steps into the mist, slowly making his way to the Exhaust Organ, always keeping an eye on Neeva. Both to make sure they are following, and to make sure they are not being à threat.]

[The log is left behind in the mist. A few green wraiths approach it curiously.]

[guardofgreymoor]

[they follow at a safe distance, looking around as much as they could, fiddling with something on their cloak as they walked]

tsk....

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[they were walking]

[they had been walking for a while]

[they. were, bored]

[they saw a shape in the mists and turned to it]

...lace?

@guardofgreymoor

[Thorn turns towards the direction of the voice, surprised to find anyone here. Who could this be? Certainly not someone who knows him, or else they would know he does not go by that name anymore...]

[Thorn waves the mist away... revealing himself to Neeva as well as Neeva to himself.]

[As the mist clears, Neeva sees that Thorn appears to be.... carrying a broken log?]

[Thorn tenses up. He can clearly see Neeva now, and recognises what they are. A weaver. He has seen many effigies and depictions of them, but never à living one....... Well, excepted Hornet, but she is only half weaver. And Widow, who he was never allowed to be close to. This is the first time he is close enough to à weaver to perhaps be able to touch them... or be touched by them.]

[Thorn has heard the stories. Stories of tyranny and power, of divine daughters... of the abused, rebellious children of the same mother who he in turn had to betray.]

[He tightens his grip on his weapon slightely, but makes no movement to attack.]

..... That name is not mine anymore. Now I am Thorn, and if you do not know this, then you probably do not know that I am to be addresses as à man.

You are a weaver. I must admit I was unaware there were any left. Except that half-wyrm, Hornet. You are fortunate, you maker is no more. She is a threat to you no longer.

I must ask, weaver, how do you know of me? Has someone else spoken of me to you? Unless my memory falters I am quite certain we have never met.

I.... must also ask, have you tampered with the kist, or the wraiths? I have noticed.... odd colouration and behavior in them.

[Thorn looks at Neeva, tense but not threatening, expecting an answer.]

[This whole time, he never has acknowledged the log on his shoulder.]

[guardofgreymoor]

of course, Thorn. wait- mother is dead- how-what-when-wha ? oh uh- n-no- I learned about you when I was hiding in the cittadel- we have never met no- and no- I met with the mist breifley but they seemed...as normal as living mist can be....

i must ask,....

why are you carrying a log from greymoor and how did you get it?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

Oh, that?

[Thorn puts the log down.]

I took it from an old structure. Nobody seemed to be using it, and I required à target for training. Unfortunately my Sibling was opposed to keeping wood from Greymoor. Apparently in may contain mold. From the rain and moisture.

My Sibling has adopted a small moss creature. Mold spored may be unhealthy for it.

[guardofgreymoor]

ohohoh- what building was it?? oh deer... most wood in Greymoor is loadbering- it wasn't exactly built very smartly- uh did you take it from the east side of greymoor? by the lake? lots of birds...urr it kinda looks like west side wood but there is some overlap......

[they took a half step forward, very serious, this was importaint]

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[Thorn steps aside to let Neeva look at the log. Not without first yanking the blade out of the wood.]

I took it from somewhere close to the Sinner's Road. There were indeed à few birds. A small nuisance.

[guardofgreymoor]

hmm shouldn't be too much trouble- I've been meaning to fix that area up a bit or at least block it off- its such a hazard but I know the red princess uses that path hmm...

oh enough about greymoor- how are you? why are you here instead of the cittadel?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

I came to live with my Sibling, at the organ. Tis not the most pristine of places, but we make it our own. Whaat was once à prison is now a home. And a well guarded one.

[As he makes that final comment, Thorn gestures to the sickly green wraiths.]

They are more efficient when they are not tampered with this way.

[guardofgreymoor]

[they turn and stare at the green wraths]

huh...

what are they made of? if silk could heal them I must insist I help- or anything you need- I know silk is hard to find around here-this place surrounded by maggots....ugh

[phantom-and-lace-both]

While they are made of silk, feeding them will do very little for their current condition. They will get better with time.

[Thorn hesitates before adding : ]

If you have any silk to give, my Sibling and I will gladly take it.

[guardofgreymoor]

oh yes of course! of course I can ! do you have any spools? I can give you as much as you need! perhaps I could meet your sibling and give you two silk if you have spools at your...house..? where are you living?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

We live in the Exhaust Organ, at the center of the mist. You may follow me there. We have spools that could be re-filled.

[guardofgreymoor]

yes yes of course! all the silk you need- as many spools can be filled I suppose !

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[they were walking]

[they had been walking for a while]

[they. were, bored]

[they saw a shape in the mists and turned to it]

...lace?

@guardofgreymoor

[Thorn turns towards the direction of the voice, surprised to find anyone here. Who could this be? Certainly not someone who knows him, or else they would know he does not go by that name anymore...]

[Thorn waves the mist away... revealing himself to Neeva as well as Neeva to himself.]

[As the mist clears, Neeva sees that Thorn appears to be.... carrying a broken log?]

[Thorn tenses up. He can clearly see Neeva now, and recognises what they are. A weaver. He has seen many effigies and depictions of them, but never à living one....... Well, excepted Hornet, but she is only half weaver. And Widow, who he was never allowed to be close to. This is the first time he is close enough to à weaver to perhaps be able to touch them... or be touched by them.]

[Thorn has heard the stories. Stories of tyranny and power, of divine daughters... of the abused, rebellious children of the same mother who he in turn had to betray.]

[He tightens his grip on his weapon slightely, but makes no movement to attack.]

..... That name is not mine anymore. Now I am Thorn, and if you do not know this, then you probably do not know that I am to be addresses as à man.

You are a weaver. I must admit I was unaware there were any left. Except that half-wyrm, Hornet. You are fortunate, you maker is no more. She is a threat to you no longer.

I must ask, weaver, how do you know of me? Has someone else spoken of me to you? Unless my memory falters I am quite certain we have never met.

I.... must also ask, have you tampered with the kist, or the wraiths? I have noticed.... odd colouration and behavior in them.

[Thorn looks at Neeva, tense but not threatening, expecting an answer.]

[This whole time, he never has acknowledged the log on his shoulder.]

[guardofgreymoor]

of course, Thorn. wait- mother is dead- how-what-when-wha ? oh uh- n-no- I learned about you when I was hiding in the cittadel- we have never met no- and no- I met with the mist breifley but they seemed...as normal as living mist can be....

i must ask,....

why are you carrying a log from greymoor and how did you get it?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

Oh, that?

[Thorn puts the log down.]

I took it from an old structure. Nobody seemed to be using it, and I required à target for training. Unfortunately my Sibling was opposed to keeping wood from Greymoor. Apparently in may contain mold. From the rain and moisture.

My Sibling has adopted a small moss creature. Mold spored may be unhealthy for it.

[guardofgreymoor]

ohohoh- what building was it?? oh deer... most wood in Greymoor is loadbering- it wasn't exactly built very smartly- uh did you take it from the east side of greymoor? by the lake? lots of birds...urr it kinda looks like west side wood but there is some overlap......

[they took a half step forward, very serious, this was importaint]

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[Thorn steps aside to let Neeva look at the log. Not without first yanking the blade out of the wood.]

I took it from somewhere close to the Sinner's Road. There were indeed à few birds. A small nuisance.

[guardofgreymoor]

hmm shouldn't be too much trouble- I've been meaning to fix that area up a bit or at least block it off- its such a hazard but I know the red princess uses that path hmm...

oh enough about greymoor- how are you? why are you here instead of the cittadel?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

I came to live with my Sibling, at the organ. Tis not the most pristine of places, but we make it our own. Whaat was once à prison is now a home. And a well guarded one.

[As he makes that final comment, Thorn gestures to the sickly green wraiths.]

They are more efficient when they are not tampered with this way.

[guardofgreymoor]

[they turn and stare at the green wraths]

huh...

what are they made of? if silk could heal them I must insist I help- or anything you need- I know silk is hard to find around here-this place surrounded by maggots....ugh

[phantom-and-lace-both]

While they are made of silk, feeding them will do very little for their current condition. They will get better with time.

[Thorn hesitates before adding : ]

If you have any silk to give, my Sibling and I will gladly take it.

[guardofgreymoor]

oh yes of course! of course I can ! do you have any spools? I can give you as much as you need! perhaps I could meet your sibling and give you two silk if you have spools at your...house..? where are you living?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[they were walking]

[they had been walking for a while]

[they. were, bored]

[they saw a shape in the mists and turned to it]

...lace?

@guardofgreymoor

[Thorn turns towards the direction of the voice, surprised to find anyone here. Who could this be? Certainly not someone who knows him, or else they would know he does not go by that name anymore...]

[Thorn waves the mist away... revealing himself to Neeva as well as Neeva to himself.]

[As the mist clears, Neeva sees that Thorn appears to be.... carrying a broken log?]

[Thorn tenses up. He can clearly see Neeva now, and recognises what they are. A weaver. He has seen many effigies and depictions of them, but never à living one....... Well, excepted Hornet, but she is only half weaver. And Widow, who he was never allowed to be close to. This is the first time he is close enough to à weaver to perhaps be able to touch them... or be touched by them.]

[Thorn has heard the stories. Stories of tyranny and power, of divine daughters... of the abused, rebellious children of the same mother who he in turn had to betray.]

[He tightens his grip on his weapon slightely, but makes no movement to attack.]

..... That name is not mine anymore. Now I am Thorn, and if you do not know this, then you probably do not know that I am to be addresses as à man.

You are a weaver. I must admit I was unaware there were any left. Except that half-wyrm, Hornet. You are fortunate, you maker is no more. She is a threat to you no longer.

I must ask, weaver, how do you know of me? Has someone else spoken of me to you? Unless my memory falters I am quite certain we have never met.

I.... must also ask, have you tampered with the kist, or the wraiths? I have noticed.... odd colouration and behavior in them.

[Thorn looks at Neeva, tense but not threatening, expecting an answer.]

[This whole time, he never has acknowledged the log on his shoulder.]

[guardofgreymoor]

of course, Thorn. wait- mother is dead- how-what-when-wha ? oh uh- n-no- I learned about you when I was hiding in the cittadel- we have never met no- and no- I met with the mist breifley but they seemed...as normal as living mist can be....

i must ask,....

why are you carrying a log from greymoor and how did you get it?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

Oh, that?

[Thorn puts the log down.]

I took it from an old structure. Nobody seemed to be using it, and I required à target for training. Unfortunately my Sibling was opposed to keeping wood from Greymoor. Apparently in may contain mold. From the rain and moisture.

My Sibling has adopted a small moss creature. Mold spored may be unhealthy for it.

[guardofgreymoor]

ohohoh- what building was it?? oh deer... most wood in Greymoor is loadbering- it wasn't exactly built very smartly- uh did you take it from the east side of greymoor? by the lake? lots of birds...urr it kinda looks like west side wood but there is some overlap......

[they took a half step forward, very serious, this was importaint]

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[Thorn steps aside to let Neeva look at the log. Not without first yanking the blade out of the wood.]

I took it from somewhere close to the Sinner's Road. There were indeed à few birds. A small nuisance.

[guardofgreymoor]

hmm shouldn't be too much trouble- I've been meaning to fix that area up a bit or at least block it off- its such a hazard but I know the red princess uses that path hmm...

oh enough about greymoor- how are you? why are you here instead of the cittadel?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

I came to live with my Sibling, at the organ. Tis not the most pristine of places, but we make it our own. Whaat was once à prison is now a home. And a well guarded one.

[As he makes that final comment, Thorn gestures to the sickly green wraiths.]

They are more efficient when they are not tampered with this way.

[guardofgreymoor]

[they turn and stare at the green wraths]

huh...

what are they made of? if silk could heal them I must insist I help- or anything you need- I know silk is hard to find around here-this place surrounded by maggots....ugh

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[they were walking]

[they had been walking for a while]

[they. were, bored]

[they saw a shape in the mists and turned to it]

...lace?

@guardofgreymoor

[Thorn turns towards the direction of the voice, surprised to find anyone here. Who could this be? Certainly not someone who knows him, or else they would know he does not go by that name anymore...]

[Thorn waves the mist away... revealing himself to Neeva as well as Neeva to himself.]

[As the mist clears, Neeva sees that Thorn appears to be.... carrying a broken log?]

[Thorn tenses up. He can clearly see Neeva now, and recognises what they are. A weaver. He has seen many effigies and depictions of them, but never à living one....... Well, excepted Hornet, but she is only half weaver. And Widow, who he was never allowed to be close to. This is the first time he is close enough to à weaver to perhaps be able to touch them... or be touched by them.]

[Thorn has heard the stories. Stories of tyranny and power, of divine daughters... of the abused, rebellious children of the same mother who he in turn had to betray.]

[He tightens his grip on his weapon slightely, but makes no movement to attack.]

..... That name is not mine anymore. Now I am Thorn, and if you do not know this, then you probably do not know that I am to be addresses as à man.

You are a weaver. I must admit I was unaware there were any left. Except that half-wyrm, Hornet. You are fortunate, you maker is no more. She is a threat to you no longer.

I must ask, weaver, how do you know of me? Has someone else spoken of me to you? Unless my memory falters I am quite certain we have never met.

I.... must also ask, have you tampered with the kist, or the wraiths? I have noticed.... odd colouration and behavior in them.

[Thorn looks at Neeva, tense but not threatening, expecting an answer.]

[This whole time, he never has acknowledged the log on his shoulder.]

[guardofgreymoor]

of course, Thorn. wait- mother is dead- how-what-when-wha ? oh uh- n-no- I learned about you when I was hiding in the cittadel- we have never met no- and no- I met with the mist breifley but they seemed...as normal as living mist can be....

i must ask,....

why are you carrying a log from greymoor and how did you get it?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

Oh, that?

[Thorn puts the log down.]

I took it from an old structure. Nobody seemed to be using it, and I required à target for training. Unfortunately my Sibling was opposed to keeping wood from Greymoor. Apparently in may contain mold. From the rain and moisture.

My Sibling has adopted a small moss creature. Mold spored may be unhealthy for it.

[guardofgreymoor]

ohohoh- what building was it?? oh deer... most wood in Greymoor is loadbering- it wasn't exactly built very smartly- uh did you take it from the east side of greymoor? by the lake? lots of birds...urr it kinda looks like west side wood but there is some overlap......

[they took a half step forward, very serious, this was importaint]

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[Thorn steps aside to let Neeva look at the log. Not without first yanking the blade out of the wood.]

I took it from somewhere close to the Sinner's Road. There were indeed à few birds. A small nuisance.

[guardofgreymoor]

hmm shouldn't be too much trouble- I've been meaning to fix that area up a bit or at least block it off- its such a hazard but I know the red princess uses that path hmm...

oh enough about greymoor- how are you? why are you here instead of the cittadel?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[they were walking]

[they had been walking for a while]

[they. were, bored]

[they saw a shape in the mists and turned to it]

...lace?

@guardofgreymoor

[Thorn turns towards the direction of the voice, surprised to find anyone here. Who could this be? Certainly not someone who knows him, or else they would know he does not go by that name anymore...]

[Thorn waves the mist away... revealing himself to Neeva as well as Neeva to himself.]

[As the mist clears, Neeva sees that Thorn appears to be.... carrying a broken log?]

[Thorn tenses up. He can clearly see Neeva now, and recognises what they are. A weaver. He has seen many effigies and depictions of them, but never à living one....... Well, excepted Hornet, but she is only half weaver. And Widow, who he was never allowed to be close to. This is the first time he is close enough to à weaver to perhaps be able to touch them... or be touched by them.]

[Thorn has heard the stories. Stories of tyranny and power, of divine daughters... of the abused, rebellious children of the same mother who he in turn had to betray.]

[He tightens his grip on his weapon slightely, but makes no movement to attack.]

..... That name is not mine anymore. Now I am Thorn, and if you do not know this, then you probably do not know that I am to be addresses as à man.

You are a weaver. I must admit I was unaware there were any left. Except that half-wyrm, Hornet. You are fortunate, you maker is no more. She is a threat to you no longer.

I must ask, weaver, how do you know of me? Has someone else spoken of me to you? Unless my memory falters I am quite certain we have never met.

I.... must also ask, have you tampered with the kist, or the wraiths? I have noticed.... odd colouration and behavior in them.

[Thorn looks at Neeva, tense but not threatening, expecting an answer.]

[This whole time, he never has acknowledged the log on his shoulder.]

[guardofgreymoor]

of course, Thorn. wait- mother is dead- how-what-when-wha ? oh uh- n-no- I learned about you when I was hiding in the cittadel- we have never met no- and no- I met with the mist breifley but they seemed...as normal as living mist can be....

i must ask,....

why are you carrying a log from greymoor and how did you get it?

[phantom-and-lace-both]

Oh, that?

[Thorn puts the log down.]

I took it from an old structure. Nobody seemed to be using it, and I required à target for training. Unfortunately my Sibling was opposed to keeping wood from Greymoor. Apparently in may contain mold. From the rain and moisture.

My Sibling has adopted a small moss creature. Mold spored may be unhealthy for it.

[guardofgreymoor]

ohohoh- what building was it?? oh deer... most wood in Greymoor is loadbering- it wasn't exactly built very smartly- uh did you take it from the east side of greymoor? by the lake? lots of birds...urr it kinda looks like west side wood but there is some overlap......

[they took a half step forward, very serious, this was importaint]

[phantom-and-lace-both]

[they were walking]

[they had been walking for a while]

[they. were, bored]

[they saw a shape in the mists and turned to it]

...lace?

@guardofgreymoor

[Thorn turns towards the direction of the voice, surprised to find anyone here. Who could this be? Certainly not someone who knows him, or else they would know he does not go by that name anymore...]

[Thorn waves the mist away... revealing himself to Neeva as well as Neeva to himself.]

[As the mist clears, Neeva sees that Thorn appears to be.... carrying a broken log?]

[Thorn tenses up. He can clearly see Neeva now, and recognises what they are. A weaver. He has seen many effigies and depictions of them, but never à living one....... Well, excepted Hornet, but she is only half weaver. And Widow, who he was never allowed to be close to. This is the first time he is close enough to à weaver to perhaps be able to touch them... or be touched by them.]

[Thorn has heard the stories. Stories of tyranny and power, of divine daughters... of the abused, rebellious children of the same mother who he in turn had to betray.]

[He tightens his grip on his weapon slightely, but makes no movement to attack.]

..... That name is not mine anymore. Now I am Thorn, and if you do not know this, then you probably do not know that I am to be addresses as à man.

You are a weaver. I must admit I was unaware there were any left. Except that half-wyrm, Hornet. You are fortunate, you maker is no more. She is a threat to you no longer.

I must ask, weaver, how do you know of me? Has someone else spoken of me to you? Unless my memory falters I am quite certain we have never met.

I.... must also ask, have you tampered with the kist, or the wraiths? I have noticed.... odd colouration and behavior in them.

[Thorn looks at Neeva, tense but not threatening, expecting an answer.]

[This whole time, he never has acknowledged the log on his shoulder.]

[guardofgreymoor]

of course, Thorn. wait- mother is dead- how-what-when-wha ? oh uh- n-no- I learned about you when I was hiding in the cittadel- we have never met no- and no- I met with the mist breifley but they seemed...as normal as living mist can be....

i must ask,....

why are you carrying a log from greymoor and how did you get it?

[silks-snare]

...hello...are you new here?

[@guardofgreymoor <-but back when in cittadel before events(tm)]

"oh!" The young creature spun around from whatever she was looking at, she was clearly in shock from seeing another weaver.

"I, um, yes, yes you could say that I'm new here" she spoke timidly yet couldn't help staring at the weaver with big eyes. This was the first time they were seeing an alive weaver and she didn't know how to feel.

Cadaver couldn't help but compare herself to the weaver, silently making comments in her mind about how different she is from this creature. How is she supposed to be the 'perfect' daughter when this is what she's competing with?

"um, this is my first time looking around," she continued, not mentioning that she was supposed to have guards with her,

"Have you been here long?" She asked the Weaver

[guardofgreymoor]

oh! sorry for scaring you don't worry! I'm harmless!

[they reach out as if to touch her shoulder but reconsider and fiddle with their staff]

im probubly the best weaver for you to first meet- I've been here forever but everyone else is kinda scary- hehe- don't tell them I said that

[their antene flick softly as they fidget nervously]

i really am sorry I scared you- I can show you around if you want? I'm free for a while- mother is busy with some others

[silks-snare]

Even though the weaver didn't touch them, she still moved away from them. She wasn't used to anyone but mother touching her or fixing her.

"S-sorry, I'm not used to other weavers", they apologized to the other," are they?" They asked the other weaver when they said the others were scary, "I'm usually only allowed in the cradle,in my room, so I don't normally see a lot of weavers around."she stated

Upon hearing the weavers offer, she lit up a little!

"R-r-really? You'd be kind enough t-to show me around?" They asked, looking as eager as a newly hatched child," Id love to go see the w-w-whispering vaults or perhaps we could try the m-memorium!"they exclaimed to the other weaver.

[guardofgreymoor]

! yes! the memorium is soooo pretty!! you've never been there?!?! I'm not allowed out much either but even I've been there! its closed right now but we can go anywhere it just means nobody else will be there! and yea the other weavers are kinda scary but they'll love you- they just treat me like a child and its annoying but I guess they're not wrong-

[they spoke fast, way to quick, it was light and happy until they talked about the weavers then they dimmed a bit, they kept shifting from foot to foot and fiddling with their staff]

b-but yea- I'm the best weaver for you to meet! well...no...but I'm pretty nice and yea I'm harmless hehe

[toothflower]

Cadaver listened to Neeva with full attention. She perked up hearing how there wouldn't be anyone there, this made her feel better about going there.

She cocked her head to the side when Neeva mentioned the other weavers and how she was treated. It reminded them of how Grand Silk Mother and Satin made her feel. She didn't know what to say to make the weaver feel better but she felt compelled to say something anyways

"you'll pr-prove them wrong one day", she said as she reached out and placed a hand on the weavers shoulder. She rested it there for a minute before she quickly let go, clearly feeling awkward. This still was her first interaction besides mother.

"Then I'll be su-sure to p-protect you" they said with a light chuckle," though I don-dont know how much I'd be ab-able to help you, I've yet to train my pin ski-skills", she admitted although it did make her embarrassed.

How could she ever hope to leave the citadel if she did not know how to fight. Even the weavers had basic training from what she remembered. They shook the thoughts outta their head and looked back at Neeva,

"Anyways...which um w-which way do we g-go?"

[guardofgreymoor]

oh i doubt that- oh you use the pin ! I've always thought the pin was cool looking but I've tried and I cannot figure them out its so annoying cus like....everyone uses them- oh this way-

[they start walking backwards Infront of her so they can face her while walking]

-yea but I guess I like the crochet hook <staff shaped like a crochet hook> makes a nice walking stick if I feel weak but i almost never feel weak now since mother did that thing with my silk- Camora is jealous I can tell- she acted all happy for me but shes mad Witch is stupid cus she can just heal herself- but atla was happy for me- shes always nice to me- but oh I'm rambling- we're almost there-

[they spun back to face forward and stuttered their steps until they were besides Cadaver, their anttene twitching evr'y once and a while]

oh my goodness ! we never introduced ourselves!!! gosh and I'm supposed to be polite- I'm Neeva! weaver of children!

[they tilted their head up proudly and put a dramatic hand to their chest]

[silks-snare]

"y-you never kn-know!" Their face bright with hope for the other weaver to prove them wrong. She wished she could prove mother and Satin both wrong as well.

She quickly shook those thoughts out of her head and followed Neeva, listening with intent and curiosity. She looked in awe at the Crochet hook before stuttering out a reply,

"o-oh, well I'm no-not too well versed with the-the pin. It's a gift from mother."she admitted," I kinda w-wanna tr-try the long pi-pin one day...maybe i-i could even learn to use th-that hook one day!" She sounded excited at the thought of it.

"oh? What did m-mother gift you?" She asked with peaked curiosity.

She stopped walking as Neeva introduced themselves and immediately got embarrassed, she hadn't introduced herself either,

"o-oh! U-um nice to-to meet you Neeva" she responded with a curtsy and began her introduction," I a-am Cadaver, child of Grand Silk Mother", she bowed her head before going back to normal.

As they walked to the front of the Memorium, she looked at it with awe. They were only in the beginning part of it and yet she felt extremely excited to see this area. This would be her chance to see outside Pharloom!

[guardofgreymoor]

oh you would be so good at the hook!

oh! i-its nothing really- uh-

[they looked embarrassed]

she just..uh..fixed my silk- I had really bad controll of it- I would always use too much but it wasn't my fault but it made me weak but she fixed it a few weeks ago and made it so I cold produce my own! then made camera teach me how to heal myself

hello Cadaver- oh- OH you're like satin!? oh my gosh! I've been so rude! ohmysilk you're practically her second in command!

[they bowed hastily but when they looked up Cadaver was looking around at the memorium]

oh yea-! really can't believe you've never been here- I have this secret place in here I go to I can show you if you want!

[silks-snare]

Upon hearing that they struggled with their silk, it made her happy in a strange way? A certain kinship is what she felt even if she couldn't put it into words," Mot-Mother is still f-fiddling around with me and my s-silk. I can only produce a little bit b-by myself." She admitted embarrassed at the fact she couldn't produce silk normally.

Upon hearing Neeva say she was almost like her second in command made her feel a bit gleeful. She wanted to be a guard for mother, so hearing that shes that close to mother made her happy. Maybe she shouldn't have left her room..

Immediately as Neeva said secret, she perked up again,"S-secret?"she looked behind her back at Neeva with awe,"I-Id love a secret!!"

[guardofgreymoor]

yea! a secret area around here! maybe I could give you some tips on your silk or...I could teach you how to use the crochet hook? its really usefull for a lotta things! like...

[they had reached a wall but neeva tossed the hook up and it hooked onto a small walkway ment for some sort of flying or jumping bug to be able to reach]

this!

[they climbed up the hook deftly, using a bit of silk to pull themselves up, they turned around and looked down at her from over the ledge]

cmon! its up here!

[toothflower]

" I would love it if you sh-showed me how to train with the hook!!" She exclaimed with excitement,"I'll repay yo-you o-one day by showing y-you long p-pin techniques!!" She promised

Cadaver watched in awe as they made their way up, she never thought about using it like that,

"Coming!" She quickly made her way to the hook and nervously climbed it, using a small amount, of what she could produce,of silk. She slipped once but quickly gathered her strength and grabbed back onto the hook.

Once she was up there she put her arms on her knees and huffed,"I- i don't know how you d-did that so smoothly" she looked up at Neeva,"I-i should work on t-that"she said as she picked up the hook.

She examined it in her copper hands, it looked beautiful to her, a perfect weapon," here you go."she quickly became embarrassed by how interested she was in the hook," wh-where to n-now?"

[guardofgreymoor]

oh don't worry! I've been doing it for ages and my legs are longer compared to my torso so I can climb easier- I used to fall alot though- I've gotten pretty used to it by now, you can hold it- get used to the weight of walking with it before we start practicing

[they stood up and almost fell for a moment before pressing a hand to the wall]

not too much further now- just through a small tunnel of an old enclosure

[they continued walking, keeping a hand on the wall after a while they ended up at a small tunnel in what you thought was a wall but turned out to be very very dirty glass of an abandoned enclosure]