Asmdoeus spent several hours removing the old exoskeletal legs from his lovely Arachne daughters. Once the process ended, each of them slowly became drowsy, curling around him like little cats, sleeping in a soft sac of webbing.
"Well, there goes my fun."
Lumina complained as she sat beside him, swaying gently in a silk hammock.
"There's always next time, right now..."
"Mhm, I know our girls come first." She seemed a little disheartened, but her lips remained locked in a broad smile.
He ran his fingers through their silky hair, rarely getting the chance to see his daughters sleep, because they hid deep in the nest.
The nursery had finally fallen quiet.
Soft breathing replaced excited chatter, while the endless creaking of silk settled into a slow, rhythmic sway beneath the cavern ceiling. Warm amber crystal-light washed across the sleeping nest, illuminating the tangled cocoon of webbing where the four little Arachne slept curled around their father.
