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[Abattoir]

  Perhaps the three most important people she would ever meet are gathered in the library with her. It is a tad daunting, she must admit to herself. She, likewise, had heard of the wounded proxy, but never met him-- a winged lion, fancy that? She may just start drooling at the thought.. lions are her favorite meal, see? The wings would only look more beautiful as the elegant creature struggled against her web, flapping & straining as they would. It is only more so tempting with him weak & injured. But, but, but.. she has an NPC Pittian in her web at home. She must remain respectful. Particularly when he is so polite. However, the lion is not the forefront of her focus. The spider is.

  He is gorgeous.

  He is elegant.

  From his milky eyes, to the fuzz lining his body, to the very way he holds himself on his many legs. Never before has she seen a spider so large, so-- capable of speech. She is by no means a romantic, or at least she tells herself, never before had she so much as a crush. Yet.. this, this feeling blooming within her carapace, this feeling-- it is crushing. It is smothering. It takes her breath away. Takes her words. All she may do is slowly return her leg to the floor, taking a wary step closer, one limb in turn reaching up from the floor to gently wave in the air in front of him. Gently, her tarsus brushes against his. This is followed by taking several swift steps backwards. Itsy draws a deep breath, steadying herself.

"Such a pleasure to meet each of you.." She murmurs. "You must excuse my lightheadedness, never have I ever thought I would.." She turns first to the General, then the Proxy. "It is a brilliant delight to meet the both of you in person. Aurum. Leroy." A breath in. "Abathur.." It is all she can do to keep from shivering. Not from the cold, no, but from pure excitement. Miss Itsy is a whirlwind of emotions perhaps invisible to one that relies on physical expressions.