The street outside the church is empty, with not a soul in sight. The sky is gray and seems to threaten snow. The pavement is rutted and worn, littered with loose cobblestones and other signs of disuses and disrepair. The only sound is the cold wind blowing, and the awful metallic squeak as it blows the iron gate open and shut.
gate to street, Outside Church
a lady
spider
I am an insect. I spin webs and make silk. I live outdoors and like capturing and eating other insects.
Hello mam, how are you today? Just wandering around the village here, looking for signs of life. I'm kind of lonely. I'm lonely as well, fair lady, where are you headed? I don't really have a destination in mind, I live by the tall mountain and wandered here. Looks deserted. I'd be willing to keep you company mam, if you want? I can find us some food if you like insects. Yuck! Insects attract frogs and I hate frogs! I wonder if a dragon scared these people away. I hate dragons, too. Dragons don't scare me, they are so big I can easily get away from them. Thankfully there is a gate to protect us from them. I thought dragons could fly? What an awful sound this gate makes... I didn't think of that my lady! We better find somewhere to go. I suppose we could return to my house by the tall mountain.  Oh that would be wonderful! Thanks. It's so good to finally have a friend! Have you lived here long?