4:00 AM - open

[Abattoir]

  She knows where he lives.


  Itsy had asked around in a most unladylike fashion, wanting his whereabouts. The information was not all that hard to come by despite her shy demeanor as she murmured the question out to an NPC Tangler. They had pointed her in the proper direction-- she scurried back to her willow tree far out near the border, unable to think past the pulsing of her blood through her body. Hastily did she jot down into her journal all sorts of fanciful, romantic words, completely enamored by the mysterious male-- She approaches his home now, not caring much for the time, as they were creatures of the night, yes? A friendly visit.. simply, simply a visit. If Itsy could swallow nervously, she would, but for now she settles for fidgeting, scurrying movements as she hurries along to the blind spider's home-- blind, she knew him to be, as the NPC had chosen to tell her. Yet somehow able to find his way around with little trouble. What a man.

  Itsy pauses a few body lengths away from Abathur.

  She stills. Unmoving, breathless, weary from the intensive scuttling she had been performing. Wispy clouds pass over the moon high above. Starlight glitters against their carapaces, glints off of his milky and her lucid black eyes. The wind is gentle. Cooling. Tugging along the waving grass and soil.

  She taps the ground, then waves a leg in the air to properly capture his full scent on the chemical-sensitive hairs lining her legs. Almost.. like a wave, in greeting.

"Abathur." The flustered spider manages. "May I ask what you busy yourself with at this hour?"