~Lady Eight Legs~

                  ❈ The small female stood in the middle of the forest in anger , her fist shaking and trying it’s hardest to get an answer out of the mechanism in her hand.  Finally after no reaction out of it she angrily threw it into the tree line. 

          ❈ He was like a volcano violently erupting as simplicity melted away to be replaced with rage. It seemed her willingness to use the unsteady table top as a means of a floor might have been a miscalculation after all. Sending the pirate crew before her into the offence of the clear offence upon their captain.

           Watching them and their furniture be pushed out of their way she had hoped that there would have been one person in here that would let her go and not cause her trouble. She had brought the trouble down upon her with her carelessness, how was she supposed to know that she was coming in hot from her landing?