Something out there bends as Winter's shoe soars. Several somethings. Like a trapdoor spider snatching prey that wanders too close to it's hidey hole, whatever's out there stretches at least eight undulating arms out and neatly plucks the shoe from the air. A split second of visceral arachnid horror, and then just as quick, it's gone.
Silence.
Then rustling. A single ropy tendril rises up into the air. It turns this way and that, an under-cooked spaghetti periscope. Searching.
ADVENTURE: To the infirmary
Silence.
Then rustling. A single ropy tendril rises up into the air. It turns this way and that, an under-cooked spaghetti periscope. Searching.