Merle
"If they animate at some point... I do trust we will have the capabilities to handle them." *Esme whispers in a faint nod.*
"Tulu a gar." 

*With a single command phrase in ancient elven tongue, though ushered in a whisper. Grains of sand move forward before materializing in small crystals. Esme's earth magic doesn't entirely rely on what's around her though it is stronger when there is more to work with. Nonetheless, it always forms itself in the shape of large crystal pikes or crystalline flat surfaces. The support is thin but should be enough to carry both girls given their stature. Of course Esme is also expecting Almonde's own magic to assist, which is not left unimpressed when the nun begins to cast.*

*If they weren't in such a dangerous place, Esme would likely take the time to marvel at their little creation. It is beautiful to say the least and the witch tends to have an eye for pretty things that magic can create. With a reassuring smile, Esme decides that she will move first. Even with their magic support, she remains vigilant. Especially with dealings across the pitfall itself. She wouldn't put it past her for drow or really anyone with a sentient mind who has settled here to set two back to back. Where there are passible pitfalls, there are wires... Where there are wires, there poisoned tipped darts and arrows.*

"Make sure to watch the ceilings as well." *Esme whispers as she crosses.*

*Caverns like these tend to have nasty buggers... Litterally. Giant spiders, face hugging worms and those of the ilk. It is... Best to be avoided and while Esme is not particularly squeemish about them. They are not a preferred way to go out. As at that point, she'd rather take a blade to the neck than be wrapped in webbing, waiting for her inevitable doom. Ah... Another pessimistic thought... It is best to let that one pass for now. To keep her mind distracted, the witch then holds up her grimoire as it is still produce a very faint arcane light so that she may properly see. She is still human afterall.*
Calvin
*The devotee would peek through half opened eyes for a glance at what the witch was doing. Her words were meant as throwing sand over the barrier to ensure it was solid, but the witch had a far more genius idea than she intended. A soft smile grew on her face as she'd be grateful to see how the pair handled a situation. Teamwork seemed naturally grow between them. Her concentration was her priority at the time, holding it and focused, it only added to the barrier's durable. As the witch crossed the pit, the nun waited with a slow breath. Her breathing was slow and calm, her words continued to repeat that prayer as she'd step her first steps over the supported barrier. Taking note of the witch's warning, glancing at the wall to see bits of old spider webs. Old and faded, bones of rodents among the silky treads.*

*As she crossed the barrier, Esme would find the corners of the tunnel be filled with broken cracks and holes filled with spider webs, bones and rusted wires. The bones of humanoids, rats and other creatures littered the tunnel ahead. The holes along the walls seemed to be once used for traps of sorts, but it was difficult to know if the traps were stilled loaded or past their time. The floor was solid stone, with light webbing covering it. A few mice began to flee from Esme's light, some ran away towards the end of the tunnel while others ran towards the holes in the walls. One particularly fat rat would be caught in a web, and a large spider, around the size of a street cat, would quickly leap onto the trapped rodent. Sinking its fangs into the warm blooded creature.*

```"Oh O merciful Mothe- ah. Sorry."```

*Almonde said as she'd softly bump into the witch, noticing her hands were shaking. With her concentration fading, the barrier behind them would slowly weaken. Fading away, leaving the supports behind. The single spider's eyes glanced at Esme for a moment before slowly dragging the mouse deeper into the hole.*
Merle
*Esme watches the sight unfold before her. She isn't shaken nor does she show any shift in her expression to the sight. Then the spider descends and takes hold of the creature, her moment of observation halted when Almonde bumps into her. With a small smile, Esme gives a nod over to let her know that they should keep going. Yet, the spider is big. But she doubts that is the adult. It is momma that they need to be watchful for. Spiders of that size, capable of hunting on their own, likely need to be just as wary as their broodmother as the two girls do. Being aware is crucial and being afraid will only work against them.*

"No need to apologize." *Esme quietly chuckles.* "I think it's cute- minus the eating part."

*Esme has seen all sights in the last two hundred years she has been alive. There are spiders a lot worse than that one. At least they are treated to a sight of two bright eyes and fuzz. It's the giant spiders that without that tend to make Esme's skin crawl. As even the witch has her limits of what she finds cute and what is not. If it is raw carapace, Esme has a tendency to avoid such creatures. The thought alone makes her reflect back on when she faced off against giant centipedes. Now that was a time she does not wish to go through again.*

"Be very careful where you step. I know it's easy to assume that big white cobwebs are going to mean a spider is nearby. But silk can sometimes be translusent. Look here."

*Esme then takes a very cautious step towards the wall. Holding up the light of her book. It is very faint but there is a small bit of sheen on the wall. Thin lines of silk, easy to miss. All it takes is for one misstep and they could alert a whole brood.*

"We do not want to set off any trap trip wires... Or spider ones."
Calvin
*Slolwy opening her visor, she began to listen carefully to the more experienced witch's words. Almonde was slightly weary of spiders but she knew all life had value even the most scary looking creatures. Slowly, she would move her tower shield onto her back, her hands holding onto her staff with care. Knowing that she'd have to be very careful with her steps.*

```"I don't suppose you can speak with spiders? Tell them... We're just passing by?"```

*It was times like these that she had wished she could communicate with animals, perhaps buying an artifact that could provide some magical ability to do that. Her attention turned towards the silk like spider webs as the witch pointed out. With her staff, she would be very careful and alert with each step. Silence would fill the tunnel, as the occasional breeze flew by. With careful steps, a slow and steady walk. The pair would eventually arrive to an opening where the sun light could be seen. Their eyes would be met with a deep cavern, the surface being far above their heads, a small amount of rays of the noon sun scorching the wet grounds below.*

*The light revealed a feeding ground for a very large spider colony. Entangled prey and victims alike hanging from sticky webs. The ground below was filled a shallow amout of water. Looking closer at the victims, some were barely alike while others were far gone. A humanoid body could be seen, a drow, handing lifeless in the middle of the cavern. Looking around, there were a few other entrances to take. But the pair could still feel a breeze along their skin, and unfortunately carrying the scent of death with it.*

```"These poor souls..."```

*Almonde whispered under her breath, simply standing at the sight before them. Slowly, she'd study and search around the feeding grounds. At least, they were not in the spider's nest. There were no visible spiders but based on the first spider's behavior, it seems these were more ambusher types of predators.*