<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Orbb’dalharil</strong></span><br/><br/>Orbb remained on her knees, watching and listening intently for any warning tone in mother's voice, but relatively undisturbed.  Even though Phardril's ability to project niceness was unnaturally sincere.  But Orbb didn't interrupt, instead waiting to see what was coming; no matron called one for no reason, especially when mother was on her throne.<br/><br/>"We always pray for you mother, as you commune with the Goddess that you continue to be filled to bloating with her favor."  Maybe Orbb had been talking to spiders for too long, but it sounded to be some sort of positive sentiment.  "You honor me with this trust during your time of..." not weakness, "ecstasy, in the throes of Lloth."  She didn't offer her services in helping speed mother's recovery; to suggest such could be interpreted as an accusation of weakness, and why shorten her recuperation when such a fat, engorged fly sat before her?  "I can only hope to lead the house with as much wisdom and ruthlessness as mother."  Orbb smiled back, but perhaps a bit too toothy, like had to practice to remember what muscles to use.<br/><br/>The tedium of politics didn't really interest her, Orbb usually tented to the hatchling and poison businesses, using those to build her bases of power.  But having Rauven "advise" her did give her a certain anticipation.  She'd have to ask for his advisement a lot, and to give it to her hard...