I am glad she does not fear me as she comes to lay beside me under the thick tree root. I am a creature of closeness, that is how I communicate with my Mother, a woman of no words. It did not mean our world was silent. It was full of touch and visual cues, it is not a total need to have a voice, and this I know. This girl is smaller than me, more fragile but I know to be gentle with her.

She is curious and this does indeed please me. Sometimes I feels as if others are not interested in things that I may be interested in. Their focus is on other aspects of the world, but I feel that perhaps my focus needs to be on the little things in life, the little pleasure and sights that no one wishes to see. She mentions it being cute, and well...that is the first time I have heard a spider called cute. I have seen what kind of killers they are, their webs of death to those others that are small. I can only image if I was that size...how...terrifying they would be.

She is unaware of this fact, I assume, and my assumptions become clearly correct when I feel her frame tighten and push back. I look at her with my gentle violet and blue eyes, giving way to a slight nod when she asks.

"Yes, I did. That one- called a spider, I think, is fast, and kills other small creatures. They are like, the wolves of the small world. Have you seen your parents hunt? Or have you do it yourself?" I asked genuinely, my deep pools glowing as I gaze at her. Perhaps I may be teaching her a little bit more about the world than I expected, how cruel it can be with killing and death. Yet it is something we all must accept, we all must acknowledge in order to survive...I do not wish to...scare her though, so I put on a warm smile on my grey and black lips.