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// Arachnae's Loom [Unfinished] [Scrapped] 
// Story: Missing Pages & Scrawled Footnotes 
// by Ice Star 
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There was a single color that defined the world that Aracnae lived in. A gray sky with titanium clouds and silver snow that rained upon a ground where little grew, even when the slush had soaked away. The cold never left this country, so what little crops managed to survive the first wave of snow and ice that caused the few weeks of almost-warmth to submit to winter once again. 

Maybe, if there were proper artists whose works felt as alive as their subjects instead of being as flat as their eyes that barely saw what was in front of them, the gray could be nice. Arachnae wasn't a pony who thought this. She was exchanging one manor for another. While this one was bound to have the same gray world surrounding it, and portraits coated with fine layers of ash, it could have other things as well. 

It could.

There will be a castle of stone, also gray, to crouch over them all.

It might.

Her mother said there would be better tailors in the capital. Arachnae said some things is response.

It must.

Father had almost disinherited her for those things.

It will.

This arrangement had been set up and it was final, after all. She would leave the dreary manor in the country where she was born


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