luna has an infectious sort of energy, even now. damaris finds themself drawn to her - often out of step with everyone else around them, often a half beat off the same rhythm, something deep within their marrow resonates. like recognises like, perhaps, and drives them towards brand new experiences. the magical spider held in hand is a perfect challenge, and though they can't say that they've ever been too bothered by the garden variety - how could they be, when the abandoned arcanum had become such a hub of arachnid and rodent activity ? - an acromantula is a little different. they've heard the stories about the forbidden forest enough to be wary, read enough books once upon a time to jump to the 'worst case scenario', though that's the point of the safe word, isn't it ? with every angle already thought of by the other, what do they have to worry about ? "'seems reasonable," they tell her, sucking in a breath as luna's hands open and feeling a sense of... well, to be honest, relief when their heart doesn't jump. no new fear. magical it may be, but it didn't look any different to the ones that they'd seen at the zoo. slowly, cautiously, damaris holds out their hands, giving her a nod and adding, for good measure, "lets go with cthulhu for the safe word."