It's always something, Myra, though to herself her brow caked with the cake like dust that still lingered in the air around her. The nerves along her back quivering as the sensation of the webs that now cascaded around her soft auburn hair, the curls overshadowed by the overly thick webs. Sticking from the floor they once laid in, now upon her shoulders, stretched out to the floor to were it branched out almost like a veil. A funny thought given all that's gone wrong within the past twenty-four hours. Myra closed her pale green eyes, letting out a small sigh trying to keep quiet still, last thing she needed was to make anymore noise while the council was here. She was only supposed to be cleaning after all. If the masters words were recalled correctly.. "..now that you're understanding with what little of a brain the gods pitied you with. You. Will. Clean." he demanded making a scrubbing motion while his pale hazel eyes filled with malice and overall disdain for her very existence in his presence. Chocolate swirled unkempt locks bouncing with the over exaggeration in his movements, while his caramel skin moved and contorted beneath the softened cotton dress shirt he wore. It clung rather nicely to his frame, giving him a bit of modesty, or least what he thought was modesty. Seeing how when he decided to give into his lecturing of the poor girl he forgot to fasten his pants to his body.. So his pride and joy, the literal name he bestowed upon his family jewels, were out for the world to see.. even if it was poking out slightly with a bit of frustration.. ..."Further-more when the council presents themselves to my father you will make yourself scarce. Like the attic, where all our used up appliances and useless things end up." He spat as Myra continued to look boredly above his head her pale green eyes refusing to look any further than his eyes. "All hells look at me when i talk to you!" he demanded as he stomped forward to take her into his hands only to stop when the air in the room seemed to tickle his.. pride.. pure and utter embarrassment flashed over him for merely a moment before he deepened his scowl. Though the creaking of the stairs not to far off indicating someone was coming within ear shot got him to quickly reassemble himself before shoving her out of his room. "This show isn't free, get the cleaning done. Before i lose my patience." .. The recollection to what happened earlier in the day made her laugh silently. 'Geez.. whoever ends up stuck to that moron for life, I hope the gods will take mercy upon them.. and prevent any litters from coming out of that' she thought silently to herself, a tremble going down her back as she tried to cautiously move herself away from the web-tasterfy she found herself in. Unaware of the commotion goin down stairs as she felt the cold wash over her nerves to the nape of her neck where it began to feel red hot. taking a step forward she was met face to face with a blackened spider waving its little legs in a panic that seemed to set the final nail off in her overstimulated hell. A high pitched screech left her as she fell back the weight of her small frame being all that the floor needed to cave in as she fell through the air she closed her eyes shut for the impending impact. Though instead she felt something.. well kind of warm, hard, and being honest kinda squishy. Keeping her eyes closed she felt around feeling the strange fabric much like the silken couch in her mistresses dressing room. Though she didn't recall the scent of slow roasting cinnamon bark over mint chocolate being an aroma anywhere in the household. Least not as long as she'd been in the household. The squirming followed by curses of the "couch" made her instantly wish the spider had just killed her, though as she opened her eyes she was met with piercing dark green eyes glaring at her, followed by the sudden commotion seeming to happen all around her on cue.