MABEL
Maybe they were all at odds with the elements, considering Wessex’s movement – and she’d always thought the Wraith to be a part of the darkness itself, fluidly morphing into its structures, and then off on her way. Perhaps it was the circumstances surrounding the world now – Fae attacks, ominous doors, tension filling with the strike of a match.
The inquiry laden before her wasn’t expected though – the girl had rarely interplayed with niceties, with general conversation, too absorbed in thoughts, too aligned to some other subterfuge. But there didn’t seem to be any other game meandering through here, and the inquiry was simple enough. No complexities burdening the horizon, no pressing of some other factors against the midnight oeuvre. “I’m fine.” Truly – wandering in the midst of a path, striving to find a balance, a place to dig her feet in and commit to something for the Voice, for the cause. Her head tilted, parasol balanced across her shoulder, twirled in place there. “What about you?”
The inquiry laden before her wasn’t expected though – the girl had rarely interplayed with niceties, with general conversation, too absorbed in thoughts, too aligned to some other subterfuge. But there didn’t seem to be any other game meandering through here, and the inquiry was simple enough. No complexities burdening the horizon, no pressing of some other factors against the midnight oeuvre. “I’m fine.” Truly – wandering in the midst of a path, striving to find a balance, a place to dig her feet in and commit to something for the Voice, for the cause. Her head tilted, parasol balanced across her shoulder, twirled in place there. “What about you?”
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
