It was her first time exploring Fishnick. She had just moved after all. On the way to their accommodations, she was intrigued by how much the path they took reminded her of Epsterfarce. This particular section of town was tiled with reddened-brown bricks, and had luscious trees growing on each side.
Maybe she was just homesick – that’s if she ever had a home before in the first place.
“How was your flight?” said she, attempting to break away from the potentially melancholic emotions her previous thoughts would have brought her.
“Surprisingly comfy considering it was my first ride on a Spiderllet. They are the supposed younglings of spiders, right? But it was a whole new travel experience. Spiders transit by building their webs from tree to tree in Huggerspread, and Spiderllets…Well, they fly with these massive wings…” replied Read.
“Astounding isn’t it, that they are in fact, the same creature.” said she in agreement.
“Truly. Although, it probably isn’t all that hard to imagine. If you think about it, a person can easily have two bodies.”
“Two bodies? Now, whatever could you mean?”
“A person; the same person, can choose to live a disciplined lifestyle, watching what he eats, exercising, and have one kind of body; he can also choose to live an ill-disciplined life that involves gluttony and laziness and have a different body.”
“See where I’m going with this?”
She nods as she is reminded that one of the reasons she so enjoyed Read’s company was his ability to really think things through. Intelligence is the best suit on a man, she thought to herself, I need to pen that down before I forget.
“In the same way, Spiderllets become spiders when they force themselves to use their tiny, tiny legs, forgoing the use of their wings. In time, their legs grow stronger, bigger, longer, and their wings fall or disintegrate from lack of using, leaving us with a creature known as a ‘spider’.”
It was as if, not just one but, many lightbulbs seemed to pop up all over the place, and she suddenly understood why every Spiderllet that she had seen used for flying had been chained by its tiny legs… Cruelty or necessity? Hmm.. she contemplated.
They had reached their accommodation and had a nice chat with its owner, an apparent foreigner, who had features different from that of the broad-faced, sharp-eyed Fishnicks. Despite his foreign descent, she and Read got a few tips from him, and planned out a cohesive route for the day, concentrated mostly around exploring the town’s food spots.
Fishnicks were known for their food as well as their cooking prowess after all. She was especially looking forward to the famed night stalls which only, as its name suggests, pop up in the night. No one ever knows where, and one can only hope to find them once the blue-black night falls and spreads from the tip to the center of town.