Chapter Text
Drider had never been much of a fighter. Sure, he was tall and intimidating figure at first glance but he didn’t carry more than a small dagger and surely had no fighting skill. Normally he just stayed in the shadows- easy to do when you’ve been practicing since childhood. So, that’s why it was unsurprising that he was running through greenpath being chased by a moss knight. I mean it REALLY DID come out of nowhere! A pile on the ground turned into a warrior?! Ridiculous!
But, as he pushed through leaves and branches, of course he ran into a dead end. Just his luck. He turned, staring it in its dead eyes before thinking- of course, his dagger! He pulled it from his cloak gripping it in his hand…and promptly threw it straight past the thing. Well shit he was really fucked now.
Just as he was thinking his final goodbyes (not many to think- only to elderbug and iselda) he heard a yell. He watched a figure make quick work of the knight in front of him, reducing it to a pile on the ground yet again. Just as the figure turned, he panicked body slamming him.
“WHO ARE YOU??”
The bug underneath him looked startled but not frightened. Strange. It laughed letting go of its lance like nail.
“I’m Quirrel! I saw you might’ve had yourself in a bit of a predicament there and decided I would try and help out.”
He blinked unpinning the bug- Quirrel’s- arms and standing.
“I apologize. You..startled me. Thank you for your help however.”
He was still wary of him but he seemed nice enough. Still, better to be cautious. Quirrel stood as well watching as he looked around for his dagger.
“I never got your name traveler!”
“Drider. My name is Drider.”
He turned to look at the bug studying him. He was short- much shorter than him, abut a foot maybe? And he stood with a slouch to him. Quirrel nodded slowly, a bit intrigued maybe?
“Drider…quite close to spider don’t you think? Are you of the weaver colony?”
He blinked. He had never thought about it before but now that it was mentioned yea, his name did sound awfully close to spider.
“Oh…um I’m not sure of my origin. I’d never thought about that until now.”
“Well that’s alright! It’s a mystery we can solve together isn’t it?”
He let out a small scoff, starting to walk off ahead of him.
“And why exactly would we solve such a mystery together Quirrel?”
He soon heard skittering footsteps however, and realized the other bug was walking right along side him. Close enough to brush his second set of hands under his cloak. His face felt hot. Why?
“Well we’re friends now are we not? And that’s what friends do! Solve the mystery of their origin together.”
“I never said I was your friend.”
The bug beside him didn’t seem phased, letting out a small laugh.
“Well you could always do with more of those in this land couldn’t you?”
He thought for a moment before nodding.
“I suppose a friend would be…nice.”