This was...well, this was weird ( Read more... )

Triela didn't snicker at the various ways that Karla tried to calm the girls in the back of the van down, or even smile in amusement, at what Karla was doing. She knew how awkward it was, but also how important. She didn't really want the girls panicking at any point before they could be passed off to someone in authority somewhere ( Read more... )

The scene in the clinic room hadn't changed since Sookie had left. 'Emma' was still unconscious on the cot, looking for all the world as if she were just asleep.

( Sookie, with Emma and Karla returned to the clinic with her arms crossed around her stomach. )

Neither Raven nor Karla had outright agreed to walk home, but Karla wasn't really keen on the idea of teleporting right now and it seemed like Raven wasn't, either. Both girls were quiet and subdued, emotionally battered even if they weren't physically bruised. Though, to be fair, Karla's scalp hurt and she was pretty sure her lips were swollen-- ( Read more... )

Laying in bed all day yesterday (save for the painful trudge to class) with a hot water bottle on her belly had bed a good idea. It had meant that Karla'd been able to get up and around today, and even after two classes and the Reserves meeting, she felt well enough not to crawl back into bed. So she decided to spend some time in the cabin living ( Read more... )

Karla hadn't known what to expect when she arrived. Saetan had warned her that Jaenelle looked bad, had lost weight, wasn't coming down, but she'd known Jaenelle as a child, could remember times when Jaenelle had turned up looking skeletal, with shadows like bruises under her eyes. She'd thought she was prepared.

( She wasn't. )

Karla was nervous. Leda was coming over. Normally, that would make her pulse speed up in a different way, but tonight, Leda was going to ask her to spin a web. Like the one she'd spun for Raven. And the one she'd spun for Ender ( Read more... )

Karla sat on her bed, wooden frame floating gently in the air in front of her, a pile of spidersilk close to her right hand. Normally, she had a reason to be spinning a tangled web: a project, like for the ghosts or for the fair, because of a dream or an odd feeling, like when the other world's spell had swept across Fandom. But there was no ( Read more... )

After the Reserves meeting, Karla met up with Rachel and headed back to her alcove. "You ready for this?" she asked as she pulled out a large, half-spun tangled web and put it on her bed. "It's actually going to be kinda boring for you. There's nothing really for you to do until I'm done. Would you like a book to read?" Karla felt a little funny-- ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )