[ kanaya appreciates the heat of heropa. much as she didn't care for numerous other aspects of it, it's nice that it's at least relatively less cold than new york. even so, she doubts there's any place under this young sun she'll feel completely comfortable, and certainly none to make her regret the layers of her own costume.
but she's gotten used to being cold, it's been a long time since she's felt her native sun, and few things she's seen since even come close. feeling cold isn't going to distract her from a spider swinging overhead, not when her every sense is attuned to spotting that very thing. she isn't in any position for an intercept, but if he's swinging, he has to have some high spot to tether his webs to. that will be her way up. she sneaks along the ground, dodging between whatever cover is available: cars, trashbins, buildings.
eventually, when he comes to the end of one web, she runs up the anchor as quickly as she can. as soon as she hits the peak, she leaps into the air right at him, the claws extending from her gloves. ]
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but she's gotten used to being cold, it's been a long time since she's felt her native sun, and few things she's seen since even come close. feeling cold isn't going to distract her from a spider swinging overhead, not when her every sense is attuned to spotting that very thing. she isn't in any position for an intercept, but if he's swinging, he has to have some high spot to tether his webs to. that will be her way up. she sneaks along the ground, dodging between whatever cover is available: cars, trashbins, buildings.
eventually, when he comes to the end of one web, she runs up the anchor as quickly as she can. as soon as she hits the peak, she leaps into the air right at him, the claws extending from her gloves. ]