Sat down to take a break. Feel the aura of something Big and Bad threatening me.
I am too tired for this shit. Shattered shoulder or not, I will eat you!
I get up, turn, and fire a warning shot into the dense black cloud of impending doom. My calling card, as it were. No damage done to the target, but it will make it perfectly clear what I am capable of. Not a bluff. A promise.
The cloud quivers, dissipates, and a little six-legged thing squeaks its peaceful intentions as it scurries towards me. Looking like a cross between a metallic hued beetle and a spider, the basketball size creature expressed delight and fear that it was only me.
Delight because Weaver is known not to be malicious without cause. Fear because Weaver is infamous for her temper.
Squeaking adorably, it spun a cover for me to sit on and offered company.
My shoulder hurts. So much. The burning had stopped but the ordeal continues. A rest would be good. Yes.
I meant to merely sit but I pass out instead. When I open my eyes I see a third has added to our number. The beetle spider is still present but fearful again. Considering who now watches over me, that fear is justified.
“Your new friend patched up your shoulder nicely.” Huh? I look to see I have a tension cast on my shoulder and upper arm. It still hurts but not as much. The interior of the cast is flexible silk. The exterior is a hardened shell made by the beetle spider’s spit and silk. It won’t dissolve in water now that it is cured.
“I didn’t ask…”
“No one asks dragons if they want tea. They serve it because it’s how they purchase safety.”
“… I don’t get it. And don’t dragons prefer gold?”
“Only when there is no tea.”
“Hey. I destroyed Big Bad’s cloud of impending doom. Help me puff out a new one so its home will be protected.”
“You think this cute little armor shelled, bone crushing mandibles, metal dissolving piss, fear inducing thing is in jeopardy?”
“Um. When you put it that way. No. But I did blow its cover down, so there is that responsibility. Besides, we don’t know what predates on it.”
We reconstruct the cloud of impending doom much to the little Big Bad’s delight. My bipedal companion helps me to my feet. “Esse said to keep an eye on you. And to expect being yanked into another so-called daydream. What chewed up your arm and face isn’t done yet.”
“At least tell me I got revenge on the city with the triumphal procession.”
My companion laughs cruelly and fear suddenly burrows into my chest. “Hurry up and finish being remade Weaver. We have shit to put down.”