Nightspinner

Nightspinner is a SilkWing-NightWing hybrid who is roughly 14 years old. She works as a fortune teller/seer, and is the twin of Duskweaver.
(Duskweaver is owned by lovely Alina! Be sure to go check her page next :00) 
== Intro ==
Moonlight shines down on an elegant silk tent; Propped up with wooden support beams and hammered to the ground with long, gold-laced pegs. Murals of falling stars, flowing smoke, and blue butterflies are weaved into the purple cloth around the base and ice-blue dragons in flight are stitched around the sides. The tent is topped with a shimmering gold weather vane depicting a SilkWing and NightWing standing side-by-side.
A comfortable yet dim glow comes from the inside, along with the wafting smell of lavender and vanilla.
You enter, and inside awaits a dark-scaled dragon, with hints of pale blue along her spine and wide wings. She does not wear any concealing garb, like veils or robes– Unlike most other seers around the area. You find that fact a bit odd, but her eyes are welcoming and kind, and her posture doesn’t seem dangerous. 
She also seems to be reading your mind, perhaps both metaphorically and physically (Considering the silver teardrop scales on the corners of her eyes). You think she’s a NightWing hybrid… Or with NightWing blood at the least. She pulls her neck up and gazes you in the face.
“Welcome. You’re the client I met up with last night, right?”
Her high-pitched voice is friendly, no animosity behind it. So you nod.
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<option>“Are you feeling nervous?”</option>
<option>“Are you excited?”</option>
<option>“Are you doing alright?”</option>
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She asks, as she gently shifts your attention toward a table with a few glimmering candles sitting atop it (Along with a tea set and a strange crystal ball)– Two pillows, one a regal purple and decorated in gleaming silver, and the other– Blank and fluffed simply. 
There are strings of flamesilk jars that hang from the wooden beams that keep the tent up, and you can tell the area is oddly warm compared to the cold weather outside.
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<option>You shake your head at her question, and she hums in response– Her tone is indecipherable, but she seems to be concentrating. She takes a deep breath and sits on the simply decorated pillow, gesturing you to the other one.</option>
<option>You nod your head at her question, and she hums in response– Her tone is indecipherable, but she seems to be concentrating. She takes a deep breath and sits on the simply decorated pillow, gesturing you to the extravagant one.</option>
<option>“I guess so,” You mumble, and she hums in response. “Ah, well I hope you’ll feel more comfortable once this session is over. There is always a diamond among coals– And I’m referring to your future, by the way. Metaphors are not my strong suit.” She takes a deep breath and sits on the simply decorated pillow, gesturing you to the extravagant one.</option>
<option>“Mhm,” You mumble, and she hums in response– “Ah, well I hope you’ll feel more comfortable once this session is over. There is always a diamond among coals– And I’m referring to your future, by the way. I’m not very good with metaphors.” She takes a deep breath and sits on the simply decorated pillow, gesturing you to the extravagant one.</option>
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You sit down, basking in the comfortable atmosphere and pondering your reading. You hope it’ll be good, and you’ve been mentally preparing yourself to ask for a while now. You watch as the dragon lifts up the crystal and closes her eyes- Breathing out quickly while she waves a talon over it.
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<option>You sit idly, occasionally shifting on the pillow. You aren’t sure what she’s doing, but it seems interesting.</option>
<option>You lean forward, a bit more excited due to her friendly atmosphere. Oh, You read about that before! She’s supposedly cleansing the crystal ball.</option>
<option>You watch her dumbfounded. What is she doing? Should I know what she’s doing? Is this some prerequisite to something important? Am… Am I supposed to be doing something right now? Do I just sit here? The questions encircle your mind before you can even think of calming down, and she tilts her head upwards and gives you a concerned look that reads ‘relax’.</option>
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Her quiet voice rings out next. 
“Although I would usually do a tea reading, I’ve been having trouble with that lately. So you’ll be getting a crystal ball reading instead. I promise they’re both incredibly accurate.”
And once you give a few words of confirmation, she settles down once more.
“What have you been wondering about? Be sure to give me something open ended.”
You pause for a moment. You know what to ask. You’ve been thinking about this for a while now.
“I’ve been wondering about…”
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<option>“Relationships.”</option>
<option>“Health.”</option>
<option>“Future opportunities.”</option>
<option>“Family.”</option>
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She hums in response, seemingly pleased with your reflective words. She plucks a flamesilk jar off of a line and places it beside the resting crystal ball. Then, she pulls a concealed rope that was tied around one of the tent poles- which drops a pitch-black curtain over the table. The area seems to be much smaller now, and the void-like cover make it feel like there is nothing but you two in the dim space.
With the drapes down, it feels like only the light of the flamesilk is keeping you grounded. But it feels like you are… Somewhere else. Somewhere you can’t comprehend. You clutch the pillow you sit on nervously.
She gestures to you to be quiet, and she moves to stare at the crystal.
Then, it seems she stops moving entirely, the only hint that she hasn’t suddenly become a corpse being the slight twitch of her antennae as she observes the sparkling crystal. You can barely see the rise and fall of her chest– And her eyes are seemingly glazed over.
She seems incredibly focused, and you almost become too anxious to continue breathing yourself. You only sit in the silence, curiously watching as she takes in what she sees.
It feels like forever.
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<option>And then, she blinks.
Her face twists into one of horror, as she looks at the crystal ball, taps it lightly, and then jolts.
She hastily moves her arm down toward a compartment in the table, in a jerky fashion as if she had to do it or else she’d die. She retrieves a purple stone hinted with white- Amethyst. She clutches it so tightly in her palm that you swear she could almost break it. She forces her eyes closed and whispers to herself in a quick, mantra-like way.
This begins to feel uncomfortable to you. Is she… Alright?
Her eyes snap open once more, but now, it seems like she’s seen a ghost.
“I see… Ravens, red seas, and darkness. I see graveyards and tombstones and vultures-” She rattles off, like she had never spoken before and was finally given the chance. Her eyes are blank and she stares like she’d been petrified.
“The crystal speaks. And my visions are not refusing that answer.”
She frantically grasps your claws in her own.
“You are not safe.”</option>
<option>And then, she blinks– And her eyes come back into focus. She stays silent for just a moment, before giving you a gentle gaze and a kind smile. She quickly jots something down on a piece of paper. “I see butterflies, a comet, and a few rare plants I can’t specifically name. I’d say these are all fair and good signs your life will go well.” Her grin droops though, and her expression twists a bit in a strange way, “However, I also see faint visions of broken glass and snakes.”
She lightly places a claw on top of yours. “You are promised many beautiful things, but do not get complacent, lest doom come to you.”</option>
<option>And then, she blinks.
You can almost immediately tell she seems lighter than before, and you tilt your head curiously. A wide grin stretches across her face, the bright kind that crinkles her snout. “You are promised so many amazing things…” She nearly babbles off.
“Do not be worried, for the sights I saw in the crystal ball will align well with your interests.” She clearly doesn’t want to spoil what she saw, but she seems so happy for you. 
You’re not very anxious anymore, you’re confident you’ll be okay.</option>
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== Description ==
Nightspinner has dark scales dappled with pale spots like stars, and deep Indigo tones all along her underbelly and face. Her horns are long and straight, and her antennae are quite stumpy, curved, and less elegant than the antennae most other SilkWings have. Her antennae are unable to sense quieter things, like heavy footsteps- Wheras pure SilkWings can do so easily. She also has a single silver teardrop scale on the corner of her eyes. She has thick arms, a long tail, and extra spikes along her neck. She looks extremely similar to Duskweaver. 
She has white triangles that flick in a neat pattern all over her spine and light purplish-blue spines that become much flatter like a NightWing's near her tail.
She is noted to look much more like a NightWing than a SilkWing, and is frequently mistaken for being a weirdly shapen NightWing-IceWing hybrid.
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|-|Young=
Unlike her brother, Nightspinner had to go through metamorphosis to grow her wings. Her wingbuds were described as pale purplish with flecks of blue- With the buds themselves being slightly smaller than most SilkWings's. She notes that they were extremely itchy.
|-|Current=
She has one set of bright, delicate purple wings that gleam with shimmering blue scales. Pale, icy blue swirls near where the membrane connects to the rest of her body.
|-|Syzygy Bazaar=
She has one set of bright, delicate purple wings that gleam with shimmering blue scales. Pale, icy blue swirls near where the membrane connects to the rest of her body.
Her appearance also included a silver chain wound around her neck hung with blue gems that were shaped like stars.
</Tabber>
== Personality ==
* Yapper supreme (CANNOT CLOSE HER MOUTH)
* Acts all professional around her clients, but then immediately starts going all over the place when they're gone.
* Doesn't see her futures in threads/as clearly as Duskweaver does, and usually has to do some practices (Tasseography and Crystallomancy work best for her) to get the best reading in her head.
* Likes trying to get Duskweaver's future 'sneakily' by making him drink tea with her. She's not very stealthy, however, and usually ends up going like
** "No, no, wait a second! Swirl your cup and do this before you do that..."
*** "Why?"
**** "Because... Because that's customary in my seer tent!"
***** "...We're outside. And nowhere near your tent."
== Biography ==
== Relationships ==
=== Orchard ===
* Good relationship, she talks a lot to her dad
* Yaps so much to him, but he doesn't mind
* Thinks he's a bit judgemental
=== Truthspeaker ===
* Great relationship, talks to her even more than she talks to Orchard
* She's always super excited to see her mom.
=== Duskweaver ===
* Siblings, yay!!
* Very positive
* Wants him to talk more with their parents.
* Thinks he's too uptight
* Manipulative? *cough cough* what's that? Nothing like that's in here, no gaslighting from Duskweaver, noooo...
* Does not know he is an animus
* Or the fact he's in a cult
* Or the fact he's a cult leader
* The fact that he considered animus-enchanting her to not look into the cult
* Everything's good here!
== Trivia ==
* Her reference was a pain to do but you know she's pretty so it works out T>T
** The base was fused/edited by me! You will not find the exact one elsewhere.
* What did she say about your fortune in the intro?
== Gallery ==
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