[this awkward, almost atypical way of starting a conversation fits wanda just fine. she's not one for small talk, and she appreciates how there's no expectation for it with this man. there is no peek of a smile nor amusement in her expression, though; she knew that he would be interested in her collection of spiders, but she didn't do it with the expectation of anything in return.
not really.
which is why, silently, she pulls out one of the jars from the basket. the glass reflects some of the sun's rays, but there is a long-legged arachnid trying to find purchase on the walls of its confined space. wanda offers it to henry, her fingers embellished with rings, but they don't hide the dirt under her nails and between her fingers. she's certainly finished getting the last of the spiders into a jar before immediately setting off to find him.]
cw: spiders / spider images
not really.
which is why, silently, she pulls out one of the jars from the basket. the glass reflects some of the sun's rays, but there is a long-legged arachnid trying to find purchase on the walls of its confined space. wanda offers it to henry, her fingers embellished with rings, but they don't hide the dirt under her nails and between her fingers. she's certainly finished getting the last of the spiders into a jar before immediately setting off to find him.]
Here's one.