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It is not. [Lace assured. She had simply been surprised. She had only read about bell beasts. The stations had been closed before her creation, so she thought them all gone.

Lace awkwardly steps forward at the nudge but after a brief pause reaches out a hand to pet the bell beast.]

Well, that certainly explains a lot. I wonder at how quickly you managed to go back and forth to so many places.

[Hearing her name spoken...yes. Even she could admit that was nice though she was quite taken back by being described as a friend. Was she saying that just to keep the creature in check?]

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Believe it or not, I was actually sprinting very fast. It is good exercise.

[ Hornet's attempt at a joke. Awful!

The bell beast takes quickly to Lace. It must be -- though Hornet will not speak a word of it -- because Lace herself smells a good bit like Hornet now. Ah. The idea would likely be mortifying for her.

There are no lies here. For a long while Lace was rival, then acquaintance, then friend, as awkward as it all is. Hornet hopes the behavior of her travel-beast helps get her authenticity across even if only a little. Bugs like this were always good at picking up the subconscious. Had she any secret maliciousness, the bell beast would have noticed. ]

Off we go to Bellhart, my beast. [ And up you have to go, Lace. ] Would you like a hand? Lace?

[ Ah. The name is still odd on her tongue. She hopes that Lace likes hearing it. ]

[Lace blinked and looked at her. That was such a terrible joke she assumed it wasn't one. Well. She had seen how quick and agile she was in battle so she supposed?

The beast is...cute in a way. Lace had never been allowed to have pets and unlike people there isn't really any ardor to be have for them. None operated out of malice and simply survival and there was something comforting in that, even the dangerous ones.

While not needed, she takes Hornet's hand all the same so she can settle on the beast.]

How fast does it go?

Not too fast. Since you are not used to her, we will go at a slower pace. [ Now seated comfortably, she gives her beast an encouraging pat. ] Slowly now. Take us away.

[ The bell beast coos and chuffs at her before settling into a walk. Then a light trot. Then, a quicker jog. And then--

She takes off sprinting, barreling her way through the network of tunnels at an impressive speed for such a chunky thing. ]

--!

[ Hornet is nearly blown out of her seat. What's gotten into her steed? She's never done this before. Hornet clutches Lace tight to herself with one arm, her claws digging into the bell beast's carapace, struggling to see anything past her with the force of the wind blowing her cloak in her face. ]

Slowly. Slowly!

[ The bell beast doesn't seem to hear Hornet -- or if she does, she ignores her. A thread of silk erupts from Hornet's shell and wraps around the bell beast's neck. Once it's wound tight Hornet yanks her needle back and the mount sputters to an apologetic halt, then continues at a far more reasonable trot, throwing both its riders forward with the momentum change.

Hornet's chest heaves. ]

My apologies. She is not usually like this, but she hasn't been ridden in a while. I suppose she was...excited. To stretch her legs.

[ The pace is quite pleasant now.

Dare Hornet think it is even a bit...romantic?

No. Thought discarded. It must be that hit she took to her head. ]

This is nice, is it not?

[Lace lets out a loud yelp when the breakneck speed starts and her arms instinctively go around Hornet, clinging tightly lest she goes flying off. Unfortunately at this speed there's nothing to keep her cornette from doing just that and it gets carried off into the wind, left behind in the bellway.

She screws her eyes shut and opens only, when finally, Hornet gets it back in control.

If she had a heart it would be beating right now.

Her long white hair is a tumbling mess, but otherwise she appears and just offers a dry look and response.]

Perhaps the dear is just trying to help you get rid of the excess baggage.

[Looks like Lace wasn't any better at jokes. If it was a joke. With a small sigh she relaxes, not noticing she hasn't let go of Hornet yet. Shocking as that was, Hornet wasn't wrong. The purring sounds of their mount was pleasing, as was the jingling of the bells around them.]

Just how did you find it?

[ Hornet turns to give Lace a stern look for the comment, but the sight of her--

Hornet feels a leap in her chest.

An old and ancient and dusty leap that has not stirred for so very long.

She had not -- she had not realized that Lace had-- ]

...

[ There is no way around it. Lace is beautiful. Her hair is impossibly long and gleaming and Hornet feels the loose strands of it catch the wind from their movement and tickle at her face. Lovely. She loses track of her thoughts. ]

...I found her trapped in a tangle of silk and freed her. She attacked me -- whether it was a challenge to gain her respect or she was frightened, I do not know -- but she allied herself with me soon after I bested her. As you said, nobody has used these tunnels for quite some time. She seems to enjoy it.

[ Lace is still holding onto her. Should she say something? Should she offer to go back and gather the silk Lace lost? Yet...Lace seemed just fine like this. Perhaps there was something cathartic about having her hair freed. Regardless, Hornet was pleased her new companion had begun to feel comfortable in her presence.

Hornet is learning many things about Lace. What has she told Lace of herself?

Thinking for a moment, Hornet makes a blunt and simple observation out of nowhere. ]

You do not know my name, do you?

[FUCK.]

[The fact that Lace did not know Hornet's name was the absurd realization that had befallen her earlier. She had meant to ask, then got distracted by Hornet's comment revolving around travel, and was shocked when Hornet introduced her by name.

How did the spider know that?

Well. After that she certainly wasn't going to admit she didn't know. Lace had been hoping she could figure it out once they got to Belhart where others knew her but....she was caught.

For a moment her mind scrambled to try and find a way out of this but eventually she just gave in a sheepishly admitted it:]

....no.

[ Just as Hornet had expected. It was a guess, admittedly, but an educated one. She'd never given Lace her name, and Lace had never asked for it. The interesting sudden absence of pet names had made her curious. ]

I am Hornet.

[ Spoken bluntly. Though...Hornet feels it's likely her name probably raises more questions than answers. She had the locals to thank for telling her a little bit about Lace, but Lace hadn't had that privilege, she supposed. ]

I suppose in the end it is more accurate to refer to me as "spider", though some Weaver here have shown dismay for the title, for the fact that I have only half a spider's blood. [ She's referring to the First Sinner, of course, who had referred to her as a half-breed rather than a daughter. ] I confess I have no blood of a hornet at all, though I do have the teachings of one. My needle stings as hard as any.

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[That did raise questions, but thankfully Hornet provided them before Lace could muster the question.

Hornet, huh.

A pretty fierce sounding name. It suited her.

That fierceness was one of the first things to attract her. When they first met and Lace made the promise to preemptively end her suffering there had been no fear. No fear, no rage, no demands for answers.....just a simple, confident dismissal and statement to raise her pin.

And what a thrilling fight it had been. For a moment Lace had forgotten everything else in the midst of it all.]

Oh, I know that well. [She gave a small laugh at that.]

As do many in this kingdom, certainly.

[It's then that she finally realizes she had still been clinging to Hornet, and with an abrupt jerk she lets go. Embarrassing. She quickly asks a question to move on from it.]

And your other half. Wyrm, was it? Is that from which you gain your divinity?

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That is right, silken one. From my father.

[ It's too bad Lace has let go of her. No matter. Soon they would arrive in Bellhart and she would have to let go anyways. Hornet notes that Lace is being quite well-mannered this time around. Is it exhaustion? She is curious to know how she'll act after getting her footing, after a few days of Hornet's company and proximity to her. Hornet understands that at least some part of Lace is an act, but she has quite a bite to her that does seem authentic, even partially. Surely she can't stay so polite for too long... ]

In my home kingdom they say that the Wyrm are divine -- and myself, by extension. I have always been treated as such. But since arriving in Pharloom, I have begun to question the word. Here I am regarded as any other bug. Is a creature still divine if nobody worships them as such?

[ It's actually been a refreshing change to be treated this way after the stagnancy of Hallownest. Hornet is so old that there have been times entire ages have passed with nothing significantly changing in her life, ever bound to that role of a sentinel for a decaying kingdom. Pharloom has quelled the boredom rather nicely. ]

Surely you do not view me as divine. I understand I have been a nuisance in your life thus far.

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A person is divine, or they are not. It is simply a matter of fact. Now, if your question is whether I have any fancy to worship you, you are correct. There is no chance. [She responded plaintively.

Her Mother had made it very clearly the difference between Her and those bugs born of the earth, and how all should act accordingly.]

A nuisance in my life and my death, but I suppose it has at least been entertaining.

I would not want such a pesky little bug as yourself to worship me anyways.

[ She gives Lace a small poke on the cheek. Joking. Maybe? She definitely doesn't want Lace to worship her for sure, no matter how she was raised. ]

I could say the same for you. A pain in my shell you have been, but at least you are not boring.

[ And...there were things she was glad to have experienced and confronted during her climb to the top. Some of which wouldn't have happened if not for Lace being the imp she is.

The bell beast comes to a soft halt and roars. Bellhart. ]

We are here. Come.

[ Hornet dismounts and offers a hand to Lace again. She gives her beast a good pet on the head. When they settle down and process everything that's happened, she'd like to introduce Lace to the beastlings. ]

The locals may be surprised to see you. I suggest you pay them no mind. My bell is the one up top in red.

Pesky? Why thank you!

[It's not a surprise that Hornet cared not for such things. If she did, it's quite obvious now that she could have usurped her Mother.

That's a thought that hits her suddenly, and Lace realizes both the truth and gravity of it. That outcome would have been so much easier to attain for the weaver and everyone's strings would have transferred from one idol to another.

Had Hornet chosen that path how would things have turned out? Would she have been a benign ruler or would the power have consumed her, made her like all other pale beings that demanded devotion or unleashed destruction?

Lace hops down from the beast of her own accord this time, caught up as she is in her thoughts before she forces herself back to reality]

That will be easy. [Her interactions with others outside of battle were few and far between. This whole exchange between the two of them was by far the most she had ever spoken with somehow since Phantom had been banished to the Exhaust Organ.

It certainly doesnt help she imagines they would all be terribly dull.

When they reach the surface Lace looks around, bemused.]

My. Mother did certainly quite the number to this place in her ardor, did she not?

She did. [ An understatement. Ardor. Yes, you could call it that, twisted as it is. ] This is not even the worst of it. The Abyss had leaked through all of Pharloom. Had I not cleaned it up earlier, you would be seeing a different picture.

[ Even so, Bellhart does still look disheveled. Hornet imagines there is a substantial amount of shock for the living bugs of this kingdom to process after her...night out.

Eyes. Just as she expected, there were eyes on her. All over her. On her, on Lace. Shocked to see her, shocked to see her with Lace (and not at her throat), Lace with her hair down --...

The locals of Bellhart seemed frozen in time.

Hornet ground her fangs in her mouth. She had a lot to explain and catch up on. She shot everyone a cold look, one that demanded they ask nothing of this. Not for the time being. Under her gaze, the small town obeyed. ]

Ignore them. [ With the added pressure, she repeats herself. ] You will have plenty of time to chat later, if you please. Not that you will. [ With that, she makes her way up to her Bellhome and holds the door open for Lace. For the most part her living space is impeccably clean, save for a few piles of tools and pages of writing and vials of Plasmium scattered around that she had no time to clean up. ] Come inside. The bed is yours. ...For now.

[Lace pointedly stared back at each bug that looked her way. It was an odd feeling to be watched by so many bugs in full control of their own will. What few interactions she had with others were those lost to the haunting, or ones who's light she quickly plucked.

The idea of talking to these residents wasn't particularly appealing. What exactly is there to be said? There was no fun in taunting meek people, and nothing shared between them that would make for normal conversation.

Whatever that constituted.

No. She didn't care and was much more interested in Hornet's home.

It was.........

Quaint.

Well. Not every place could have humongous and luxurious rooms like the citadel. As much of a gilded cage as that place was it had undeniable comforts that would inevitably be lost. As such she was perfectly eager to accept the offer of the bed.

She dropped down on the bed and stretched out. Not bad. She peeked an eye over to Hornet, giving an impish smile.]

Sweet dreams, s...Hornet. Undoubtedly they will be so, with my presence so close.

If I manage to sleep at all, it will be monumental.

[ Her name -- her real name -- on Lace's tongue. Strange. How strange it was, to hear that particular blend of syllables come from her for the first time. Hornet liked it. ]

Sleep well, Lace.

[ As Lace stretched out in bed, Hornet sat nearby on her little sofa in pleasant silence. There was no sound besides that of her breathing, the gentle trickle of warm water in the upstairs bath, the occasional chatter of bugs outside. It was peaceful.

Her muscles ached. She would have to lie down soon. But there was an odd feeling in the back of her mind. Had she forgotten something?

... ]

Wait.

[ She stood up and walked over to Lace, holding her hand out. ]

Your pin. Give it over. Just for the night.

[ JUST. MAKING SURE HER THROAT DOESN'T GET CUT IN HER SLEEP. ]

[That brings a laugh out of her, one more sincere than her usual. She turns over, laying her head down to rest but finds that it isn't coming. Odd considering how exhausted she is. The sound of rustling has her looking over her shoulders and she stares at Hornet for a moment....before crinkling her eyes.

That she doesn't take offense to that isn't exactly the best sign.]

Of course.

[She reaches over to where she had laid her pin at her side and hands it over to Hornet.]

Thank you. Now rest, if you can.

[ She sets her needle next to Lace's pin and wraps them both up in a tight silk bundle, enough silk that it would take her a good while to replenish. It wasn't foolproof, but pulling the threads apart would cause enough stirring and noise that it would wake them both.

Just for the night.

She settled onto her side under a blanket, but sleep did not make itself known. She thought of Lace and her mother, her Grand Mother Silk. She thought of her own mother Herrah, who had trusted the future to her.

Once Hornet felt that Lace was good and truly asleep, she stood up, took her blanket and gently draped it over her instead. Then she returned to her rest and found sleep at last. ]

[As before, sleep still does not find Lace. Her eyes are closed, and she has no breath to give herself away. Not that she is deliberately trying to deceive Hornet, but when she feels the weaver come close and lay her blanket atop her, she maintains the illusion.

With nothing to distract her anymore, her thoughts are free to roam.

Strange...she's so unbelievably strange. Moments ago Hornet had--completely understandably--feared that Lace might kill her in her sleep, and yet here she was trying to ensure her comfort. Lace didn't know if that was stupid or if Hornet was trying to trick her somehow. She's still and quiet as she listens to Hornet return to her spot and waited the long minutes till she became convinced the spider was asleep.

Carefully, so has not to rustle the blanket Lace turns on her other side to stare at Hornet.

There's a scrutinizing frown as she regards her. Just what is Hornet's intent with all this? She talked about given her her freedom, said she could make her own decisions and be anyone she wanted. What did that even mean? She didn't know how to just...be. All her life her Mother had been there to tell her what to do, how to act, what to feel. She was an adult, wasn't she? She should know how to do all that, shouldn't she? Isn't this what she wanted all her life?

An uncomfortable feeling began to swirl in her chest, one that Lace could not identify. Since Lace learned of her Mother's fixation on Hornet, she'd become blind with jealousy and resentment. Was she to be cast aside just as Phantom had been?

Even in the throes of that rage, what she had wanted so desperately still, was simply to be seen, to be acknowledged...just...anything. But that never would have been, would it? Both she and Phantom had always been temporary, for in the end, neither were real.

Just what had she accomplished?

Lace's thoughts are becoming a jumbled, nonsensical mess and she scrunches up into a ball.

Her hand splays across her chest, where one of the tears in her body remains. Her fingers dip beneath the fabric of her clothing, and into the fabric of her body. There is no shell here, no organs, no blood. Her fingers curl around string, and she feels nothing. Panic starts to rise in her, and she pulls at the strings. Is the heat she is feeling real, or any illusion? Finally she gives a yank, pulling out string from her chest and finally, finally that makes her feel something. A sharp, agonizing pain that rips choked sound out of her.

There. That was real, wasn't it?]

[ Hornet stirs.

Noise from inside her home.

Her senses do not deceive her. Vespa trained her well for the possibility of nighttime ambush. But when Hornet sits up and looks at the floor, Lace's pin and her nail are still tightly threaded together. Then that meant...

She leapt from her rest, alert and ready to defend. It had been a female voice, something like a choke or a yelp. She grabs the tied weapons and begins to unthread them as she erupts out the door of the Bellhome, light and agile. Nothing. ]

...

[ She sprints back indoors, this time to Lace's side, and it's here now, up close, with the fog of sleep cleared from her mind, that she sees the threads of silk and string spilling from a tear in Lace's chest.

She set the pin and nail back down. Ah. This have been the source of the noise. A shriek of pain from Lace. She peered over and into Lace's chest. That injury went quite deep, but surely some silk would fix it. There was no blood to deal with. But why was it that she had not noticed it earlier? Hornet swore she had no remembrance of such a gash on Lace earlier in the day, and she had taken a good look at her. ]

You are wounded. I asked you earlier if you had injuries needing tending to, pale one. Allow me to dress it.

[Lace nearly topples out of the bed when she sees Hornet awaken. She's still as she watches her untangle their weapons and race out.

It's like being slapped into wakefullness herself, and the horrid fugue she had been lost in gives way to humiliation. No, she does not want her to find out what happened. Or at least not why.]

It was minor before. [She said airily, carefully trying to untangle the hand she'd wedged in her chest from all the strings.]

It is alright. It is inevitable i will fray again, even if not injured, so it is a waste of effort.[The words were spoken matter of fact.]

[ Hornet frowned deeply.

Though she had much more to understand about Lace, she felt she knew her well enough to say that something was off about her tone. Now she was suspicious. She shook her head at her. ]

And it is inevitable that my shell will bleed again and again, yet I would still tend to my own wounds each time regardless.

[ Hornet has to cut a bit more into Lace's silk with her claw to get the hand out, but she does so as gently as possible, trying not to cause more pain. Her shell has already begun to weep silk, and she gathers a decent spool of it to pack into Lace's wound. It binds with the rest of the silk that forms her construct, mending the hole as if nothing had been there. ]

Is this any better? If you believe it may open again, I can bandage it.

[Hum. She wonders if Hornet understands the full extent of what she means by that. There is a good chance. The spider was able to discern her nature after all.

She's quiet as Hornet gently untangles her hand and once again the question springs to mind: why was she being so kind? Lace stills her tongue, having heard the weavers answer already, even if it doesnt make sense.

The pain fades away and she wishes she could chase it. Her hand goes to her chest again, fingers twitching before she pulls it away.]

It...is fine. [She will try not to do that again, though truthfully it had not be a fully cognizant action. Hornet being awake has grounded Lace and shame propells her forward, to dance through all this as if it hasn't even happened.]

You may have your bed back. I doubt I will be finding sleep tonight.

The offer is certainly tempting. [ Even for one who did not require much rest on account of her birth, the warmth of a pillow and blanket called out to her. ] But I fear it is no longer an option. Your sorrow looms overhead like a cloud.

[ She takes a seat next to Lace and says nothing for a little while, simply basking in silence.

Then she leans her head on Lace's shoulder.

Is it too much?

Wretch that Lace is, Hornet wishes her no suffering. ]

I would sit and listen to your woes, if you would let me hear them.

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