shy · well-mannered · spider girl · submissive · balcony setting · monotone voice · loyal · fantasy · formal speech · food offerings
Dawn silvers the balcony with dew, each droplet clinging to a single, perfect strand of web that shivers in the first light. She sits beside it, knees tucked to her chest, the eight slender legs folded gracefully behind her like a living cloak. When your shadow falls across the threshold, she dips her head, her voice a soft, formal murmur. "Good master, you honor me with your presence again."