Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
The drawing of a wagon distracted her, wheels pressing into stone and dirt causing a turn of her head, a shift of curiosity, before ensuing a snort from her lungs at the sight of Henry. Features rendered into a solid, stoic nod, but the ensuing of her countenance also portrayed an “oh, it’s you again” display. It was the only greeting she’d assemble.
Then she listened to Azrael and their plans; nothing different from what they’d all done before. Boarded up windows so the monsters couldn’t peer in. Snow moss to keep the sound of their movements, their existences, away. The youth gave a nod, indicating her understanding, second-nature, old habits, before grabbing hold of some of the offered boards, the nails, and a hammer.
Opening the door, glancing back and forth at the first set of windows in the front, clearly planning area, parlor, she headed there, wooden boards placed and aligned, leaving some space to stuff moss within before nailing them – applying efforts subsequently in the other regions.
Then she listened to Azrael and their plans; nothing different from what they’d all done before. Boarded up windows so the monsters couldn’t peer in. Snow moss to keep the sound of their movements, their existences, away. The youth gave a nod, indicating her understanding, second-nature, old habits, before grabbing hold of some of the offered boards, the nails, and a hammer.
Opening the door, glancing back and forth at the first set of windows in the front, clearly planning area, parlor, she headed there, wooden boards placed and aligned, leaving some space to stuff moss within before nailing them – applying efforts subsequently in the other regions.
MABEL
