a soft hiss fills the air, like silk being drawn across stone. the threads fly though the sky, slicing the leaves of the tree above you. you pat away the leaf peices falling onto you. they are completely shredded apart, yet they have silvery threads woven into their stems. those threads slither up your hand, wrapping around your arm as if they have a mind of their own. you turn to see veil, stoic as usual, but there's a playfulness in her tone. you should see the look on your face, darling.
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