N N E R K A
12 Frost 120
As she looked about her rooms, Nnerka was beginning to wonder when the last time she'd redone her webs was. It couldn't have been that long ago...could it? Tendrils of silk frayed away from the main mass of it lining the door, and the webbing she'd used to sleep was sagging pitifully. At the rate it was going, it might very well begin to touch the floor. She grimaced. Maybe it was time for a touch of remodeling.
Web building, however, was not the thing she excelled at most. Nnerka was more accustomed to the lining of the door and her memory was spotty at best on how to redo her hammock web. She squinted up at the thing, before mounting the wall. She was careful to avoid light fixtures on the wall, scuttling closer to the hammock. The fine thread of silk that held it to one of the walls was soon snipped, and the hammock webbing came fluttering down. Her bottom arms snatched them up as she went, rolling them up to be discarded later with ease. She plucked the other end of the thread from the wall as it was finally spun into a ball. That was only the easier part of cleaning up. Nnerka glanced to the door, and the walls beyond it.
Had she really needed to line that? Probably not, but it had made her feel safe the first time she'd entered the room and had become habit more than anything else. Still - as tedious as it was to clean up, it would prove to be a useful thing, she was sure. Maybe.
She shrugged to herself, claws cutting through the silk lining on the walls with ease. Just an angle's difference, and she shredded the threads. If anyone else were to take a knife through this, it would only serve to tangle them. The threads would wrap around the knife as they were cut and become an obstacle even as they were felled. Also, they kept dirt out of her room well enough. She couldn't imagine having to clean up her own silk and the dirt of the outside world in her cultivated space.
Even when living among the trees, her mother had taught her an appreciation for cleanliness. Far be it from her to let such a thing go simply because she lives in a building. A nice building, but a building all the same.
Nnerka shuddered at the thought of what her family would think if they could see her now.
As she looked about her rooms, Nnerka was beginning to wonder when the last time she'd redone her webs was. It couldn't have been that long ago...could it? Tendrils of silk frayed away from the main mass of it lining the door, and the webbing she'd used to sleep was sagging pitifully. At the rate it was going, it might very well begin to touch the floor. She grimaced. Maybe it was time for a touch of remodeling.
Web building, however, was not the thing she excelled at most. Nnerka was more accustomed to the lining of the door and her memory was spotty at best on how to redo her hammock web. She squinted up at the thing, before mounting the wall. She was careful to avoid light fixtures on the wall, scuttling closer to the hammock. The fine thread of silk that held it to one of the walls was soon snipped, and the hammock webbing came fluttering down. Her bottom arms snatched them up as she went, rolling them up to be discarded later with ease. She plucked the other end of the thread from the wall as it was finally spun into a ball. That was only the easier part of cleaning up. Nnerka glanced to the door, and the walls beyond it.
Had she really needed to line that? Probably not, but it had made her feel safe the first time she'd entered the room and had become habit more than anything else. Still - as tedious as it was to clean up, it would prove to be a useful thing, she was sure. Maybe.
She shrugged to herself, claws cutting through the silk lining on the walls with ease. Just an angle's difference, and she shredded the threads. If anyone else were to take a knife through this, it would only serve to tangle them. The threads would wrap around the knife as they were cut and become an obstacle even as they were felled. Also, they kept dirt out of her room well enough. She couldn't imagine having to clean up her own silk and the dirt of the outside world in her cultivated space.
Even when living among the trees, her mother had taught her an appreciation for cleanliness. Far be it from her to let such a thing go simply because she lives in a building. A nice building, but a building all the same.
Nnerka shuddered at the thought of what her family would think if they could see her now.
