Her blood quickened, sluggishly picking up speed as her hearts began to resume their usual resting beat. Something had disturbed her rest, prompted her into waking, but what? Eyes flickered open, bright red dots amidst the silken darkness of her cocoon. With a wince, she stretched, muscles complaining after having been dormant for centuries. First she rotated her neck, feeling the vertebrae crack and pop, then her slender, powerful arms - and then each of her eight legs. Shaking her head, Drisa tried to push the grogginess aside, even as she pushed aside the intricately woven strands that had defended her for centuries. Not that she had any way of knowing how long she had lay dormant, not at least until she got a look at her surroundings. Dropping to the floor with arachnid grace, the drider cast her ruby gaze about the cavern, but saw no sign of what might have awoken her. Brow furrowed, she quickly moved across the floor to where her sister had been cocooned, relieved to find it still intact, and thus, Adulaena still within. She had worried something had befallen her twin, or Laena had had to leave on some errand or task. Climbing the wall, Drisa stood beside her sister's sleeping place, resting one hand upon the silken strands. Long, nimble fingers plucked at the strands as if they were the strings of an instrument, spelling out a message in a language only they understood.
Sister, wake up - it's time.

The pair had entered self-imposed exile after a deal gone wrong. A human had attempted to cheat Drisa out of what he owed her for a rather stunning suit - so her sister, bless her hearts, had taken matters into her own hands. Always at the face of the business, Adulaena took no crap from anyone, be they commoner or noble. If you wanted their goods, you paid their prices. The customer, however, felt that he was entitled to a discount, having to deal with 'monsters' and all. Adulaena didn't take insults kindly, and this had been the last straw - so she bit him. Their venom was potent, and liquefied the insides of their prey, which made for a little mess, and of course people saw what happened, so the sisters fled. They couldn't do business her any more, and being driders, they weren't exactly hard to miss. So they had resorted to the safety of dark, musty tunnels, hiding themselves within dense cocoons. There they had rested for centuries, slowing their hearts so that they barely lived.
Until now, when something had caused their blood to stir once more.

Drisa shielded her eyes with a hand, hissing at the sudden brightness of the light. Wind whistled into the mouth of the tunnel, and she shivered, huddling into her cloak. It was hard to resist looking back down the tunnel, towards their resting chamber, so far down within that twisted maze. It was dark and safe underground, still and familiar, which was why Adulaena couldn't stand to be there any more. If her sister wasn't there, Drisa didn't want to be there, either, so she looked forwards, onto the world above.
It was fine last time, she thought to herself, It will be okay this time, too. We just need to be careful.
Moving forward, Drisa rested a hand on her sister's arm, though she strained to see what lay outside their tunnel. Something was striking her as out of place, but she couldn't place a finger on what.
"Sister, something is amiss," she all but whispered, legs shuffling nervously. She didn't know what was wrong, but something was, and it was setting her on edge. Suddenly, she gasped, eyes going wide as it clicked, and the hand on Laena's arm clutched at the other drider, as if to convince her that her sister was real.
"This isn't where we entered, not even close!" her free hand shot out, a long-nailed finger pointing at the strange scenery and foliage, "I don't recognise anything," Drisa almost wailed, her voice rising from its habitual whisper in her panic.
"How long were we gone?!"

Their slumber had been long and deep; countless years had passed the sisters by while they slept peacefully below the earth - out of sight, out of mind and long forgotten. The reason for their sudden departure from the living world was forgotten to all except the sisters - though it was doubtful that Adulaena's anger would have dissipated any, if anyone remembered their 'crime' now and dared to take revenge upon them despite the centuries that had turned since that fateful day had occurred well they would have to face the wrath of the elder twin… and that was never a wise idea… in fact it had been said wrath that had driven them below in the end. 
Feeling her sister stir beside and call out to her via her web immediately woke Laena. Stiff joints, long since unused, began to uncurl from around her large abdomen, finding purchase on the ceiling above her cocoon with a notable click. Stretching her arms and rolling her head upon her neck Adulaena opened her eyes to stare out into the darkness of the tunnel that had been their home for untold centuries now. Her eyes immediately found her sister and she gave Drisa a small smile, reaching out to caress her siblings face fondly - ever since their birth Laena had been extremely protective of Drisa; while there was not a great deal of time between them it was enough to drive Laena's instincts to look after her sister over all other things. They were a team - while Laena could weave perfectly well her talent lay more in the financial and marketing side of their work - Drisa was the true master when it came to the tailoring. 

Rolling her shoulders Adulaena stifled a yawn as she plucked the cocoon threads from her skin, discarding her protective barrier to the tunnel floor below. Centuries in the darkness meant that the light now streaming into the tunnel was offensive and she reached a hand up to block her sensitive eyes, defending them from the offensive light. Following after her sister, the clicking of the feet on stone audible in the empty tunnel, Adulaena took the time to readjust to being in the waking world once more. It had been so long and she swore that she could still taste that noble's foul blood on her fangs even now; she would have to be more forceful with the humans this time - they would lay down strict guidelines for the prices they charged and if these were not paid well… you either took your business elsewhere, were blacklisted from their outfit and others (Adulaena would ensure they were) or you got eaten… it was as simple as that in her mind. 
As Drisa put a nervous hand on her arm Adulaena smiled at her once more, patting her hand with her own to reassure her. Scowling at her sister's words she stopped and took in the air for a moment. Drisa was right - something about this didn't feel right at all… then again how much time had passed them by in that tunnel? They could hardly have expected the world to stand still. "Hush Drisa." Laena chided her sister softly as they entered the waking world once more, the elder Drider standing tall on her eight legs as she looked around herself. "Long enough to be forgotten, which is a good thing and means that we can emerge into this world without having to constantly look over our shoulders. Come little sister, a new life awaits us, we start again." She said softly, cocking her head to one side as something glinting on the ground caught her eye. 
Bending down to pick it up Adulaena pulled up a golden coin, turning it in her hands. "The world rains gold it appears."

Clamping her mouth shut, Drisa ceased her unseemly babbling though the look she gave the world outside was still full of worry and suspicion. There was no telling how long they had slumbered, and even as slow as the world moved, sometimes it could be coaxed into rapid change by outside forces. Godly forces. The drider shuddered once more, this time not due to the breeze, and made a warding gesture with her free hand. She hoped that Adulaena was right, and that they had been absent from the world long enough for it to have forgotten them - people and gods both. It was no secret how their race had come to be, and though she and Laena were both born as driders, she doubted many would care to stand and listen as they explained that.

Carefully Drisa followed Adulaena out of the tunnel, her eight pointed legs finding easy purchase on the warm, packed earth. She winced, squinting her eyes almost shut at the riot of colour, the light so bright and hot it was almost a tangible thing. Flowers seemed to explode from thick embankments of various greens, and the air was heavy with both scent and moisture. It was all so dizzying, so overwhelming, that Drisa almost thought that the petals were glimmering in the light, the leaves more like beaten precious metals than plant-life. Coming to a stop for a moment Drisa rested her head in her hands, shielding her eyes as she sought some reprieve from the brilliance of the life around them. As it was, she almost didn't hear what her sister said - or more correctly thought she had misheard.
"I-what did you say?" she asked, looking to where Laena stood, just ahead of her.

Once it sank in, however, Drisa's attention turned elsewhere. Raining gold? That had never happened before, she was certain of it. But Adulaena was right, as a quick look down around her own feet proved. There were golden coins scattered all about, coins Drisa had mistaken for pebbles when her feet had knocked them into one another. Remembering the odd glittering flowers, Drisa quickly hurried towards a large, purple bloom. Up close it was even more striking, a rich, deep purple threaded with lilac veins, and a glittering, almost silver centre. Though obviously gemstone, and not at all a flower, Drisa still reached out a hand, running careful fingers over the 'petal' least she damage it, or incur the wrath of whomever had crafted it. Obviously this wasn't natural, gems did not grow like flowers, and coins did not fall like rain.
Puzzled, she looked towards Adulaena.
"This must be someone's property. Some noble, perhaps?" That had to be it, perhaps someone had purchased the land above their resting place, and was in the process of preparing for some fancy party? It seemed suitably over the top for such a thing, after all.
"It's almost a shame, really. We could buy a whole workshop and new tools and materials with a couple of these flowers alone," Drisa mused, running her fingers over the smooth, shimmering gemstone flower.