: ( sanga is unnaturally calm as multiple silk moths — a swarm of them, really — huddled like a fluttering cloud behind her. opal eyes dyed crimson blink, vaguely confused, slightly alarmed at his reaction. ) did i not explain kumo to you ... ? ah. well, this is my companion, kumo. there is truthfully one of him — he can duplicate himself at will. ; @symbel ﹏ .