Next to the Rutherford Campfire, Early Thursday Evening

Karla was busy. She was attempting her first major tangled web since she came to Fandom, and she was taking her role as a Black Widow seriously. Her Sapphire Jewel pendant was joined by a pair of drop earrings and a ring; all three glowed with an inner fire. She was dressed in her Widow's Weeds, a gown of layered spidersilk that seemed to be made of smoke and cobwebs, and silver combs kept her hair out of her face. A large wooden frame, almost as large as Karla, was assembled in front of her, criss-crossed by more threads of spidersilk. There was a large Sapphire chip in the center of the web, and several other scattered along the strands. They, too, glowed.

The miniature Canadian mooses stopped this from being a purely Kaeleeran scene. One moose held an intricately carved box between his antlers, his mountie hat places safely inside the box itself. A few others kept bringing food over from various places for Karla to eat. She rarely asked where they had gotten it from. Another moose was curled up, asleep, on Karla's notebook, which was hovering next to her at waist-height. It would occasionally bleat at her indignantly when she moved it to get a better look at a diagram, but would fall asleep again soon after.



[Establishy, but still open like an open thing that's all open.]