MABEL
Mabel watched her sister go through a series of emotions, not smiling just yet. Trying something different could either be wonderful or disastrous. Their latest conquest over death had been something genius and ravenous, but there was the rigid contortions to all the years they’d spent in the farm, tucked away from the hazardous wake outside. She remained silent in her contemplations, with only the dulling sounds of the wood filling the void, and the slide of the sled over snow as she dragged it along. “I heard the idiot Outlanders opened up the doors last year.” Which could be beneficial at this point – because perhaps less would be around yet again, or it was merely something else to weight out. Is that what they wanted to endure? More death? More hardships?
Or had they become numb to it?
“Maybe I’d rather meet the monsters,” she sulked for a second, a generous pout and frown extended, but only in her sister’s presence. Everything else was a guarded sanction. It was half a joke and half a comment lightly skimming over reality.
“But if you want, we can try it.” Extend their help, or pretend to anyway; Mabel wasn’t certain how to consider the rest of the void when they’d been relegated to their own for so long. Was this a chance to breathe, to sink, to swim, or to traverse down ignited, enlightened paths?
Or had they become numb to it?
“Maybe I’d rather meet the monsters,” she sulked for a second, a generous pout and frown extended, but only in her sister’s presence. Everything else was a guarded sanction. It was half a joke and half a comment lightly skimming over reality.
“But if you want, we can try it.” Extend their help, or pretend to anyway; Mabel wasn’t certain how to consider the rest of the void when they’d been relegated to their own for so long. Was this a chance to breathe, to sink, to swim, or to traverse down ignited, enlightened paths?
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
