MABEL
With conversations drifting all around her, the youth could concentrate and hone in on her own painting. A few times she slipped, the brush unfurling the treeline into something else, but altogether it presented picturesque, if one glanced and squinted, of a forest, surrounding an open field – a threshold of dreams left unfulfilled.
At Bastien’s insistence, her head lifted, blinking away the streamlined thoughts, and putting her materials away, back where she’d found them. “I’ll come,” she announced – the bauble finished, everything else taken care of. Otherwise stoic and quiet, her eyes darted and glanced towards others’ creations, curious and speculative, then looking down at her own.
At Bastien’s insistence, her head lifted, blinking away the streamlined thoughts, and putting her materials away, back where she’d found them. “I’ll come,” she announced – the bauble finished, everything else taken care of. Otherwise stoic and quiet, her eyes darted and glanced towards others’ creations, curious and speculative, then looking down at her own.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
