*The woods are not at all an appropriate place to work. Regulus has discovered this harsh truth after half an hour of crouching on the ground with sticks and thorns stabbing his knees though his robes, and his hands becoming somehow filthy even though he has made a point to touch as little as possible. A breeze twines it's way though the trees, making the pale balls of light that he's cast above him to illuminate the area keep flickering as they get batted back and forth in the wind. With faulty light it's hardly possible to read his map correctly, particularly as the leaves whisper all around him and his skin feels like it's crawling. He is cold and his knees are damp, and it is only when he takes a brief break from his work to take stock of all the misery that he's incurred by setting up here... that he sees it.
His hand stands out like a pale beacon in the dark, a dramatic contrast from the black of his robes and the woods around him. So he sees, in perfect clarity, the shape of the big black spider as it scuttles across the back of his hand and away along the side of his map. After he sees the first one, the others start catching his eye all around him. Suddenly the crawling sensation that has been irking him takes on new, horrible meaning, and the log he had set up beside seems less like a shelter and more like a biohazard, infested with nest after nest of spiders.
In record time, Regulus' lights extinguish, his map is swiped from the ground, and he's on the move to set up somewhere else.*
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Date: 2010-08-04 09:45 am (UTC)His hand stands out like a pale beacon in the dark, a dramatic contrast from the black of his robes and the woods around him. So he sees, in perfect clarity, the shape of the big black spider as it scuttles across the back of his hand and away along the side of his map. After he sees the first one, the others start catching his eye all around him. Suddenly the crawling sensation that has been irking him takes on new, horrible meaning, and the log he had set up beside seems less like a shelter and more like a biohazard, infested with nest after nest of spiders.
In record time, Regulus' lights extinguish, his map is swiped from the ground, and he's on the move to set up somewhere else.*