The Spider~
Mouse
Twelvestones
Eldermoon, 4414
Mouse lit white tapers in the silver candelabra. She backed away to check her work. White linen draped the round table beside the bed. The hem barely brushed the freshly scrubbed white marble floor. Brushed, not puddled. That was important.
Seven plumped white pillows rested against the headboard. She smoothed the white satin bedcovers. White lace hung from the canopy, pulled back in identical swags at all four corners. One swag shouldn’t swoosh more than the others. That wouldn’t be right.
“I don’t know why you bother. She’s so nearsighted she can barely see past the end of her own nose.”
“Hush, Yonah,” Mouse told the white wolf with bright blue eyes. “I’m trying to concentrate.”
The spider queen’s eyesight was terrible, but no one da
