Adelaide

Adelaide, though young, appears almost like a kindly old woman when in her den. She sits in her bed surrounded by yarn and fabric and thread, knitting and crocheting all day long. She moves slowly, delicately, deliberately. She speaks softly.

Adelaide, though young, knows how easy it is to deceive someone with their own assumptions. She sits in her bed, hiding all she needs hidden right there under the fabric and yarn, sewing runes and spells into all she makes. Her plans come into play slowly, patiently, deliberately. She chooses her words carefully.

This spider's web is made of yarn, but no less likely to entangle you.