MABEL
Perhaps Evelyn could read her thoughts. It wouldn’t be the first instance, not with twin bonds, similar experiences, joined together in their hunger for life, in warding off death for another season. Maybe it was how they’d survived at all; like-minded, eager, and ready to thwart demolition and destruction, to find another way, to not sink into despair, torment, or oblivion. Not yet. There were too many things to do, too many worlds to see.
But the question lingered as she dropped more wood into the sled, and eyes wandered again towards chunks of broken, dispatched timber. “I don’t know. We have options now.” Ones that hadn’t been there before – and it gave her pause, so used to the traditional outset, so used to the inevitable. Ordinarily the youth was a decisive sort, placing her bets on whatever outcome would gain them the most advantage (hence the Ascension, after the rest of their family had succumbed). Her gaze narrowed, speculative, drawn into silence for a moment. “Do you want to stay at the farm again, or go with the rest?” Towards the College, if she’d read the notice board correctly.
But the question lingered as she dropped more wood into the sled, and eyes wandered again towards chunks of broken, dispatched timber. “I don’t know. We have options now.” Ones that hadn’t been there before – and it gave her pause, so used to the traditional outset, so used to the inevitable. Ordinarily the youth was a decisive sort, placing her bets on whatever outcome would gain them the most advantage (hence the Ascension, after the rest of their family had succumbed). Her gaze narrowed, speculative, drawn into silence for a moment. “Do you want to stay at the farm again, or go with the rest?” Towards the College, if she’d read the notice board correctly.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
