MABEL
Complete order and complete chaos; she might’ve preferred the latter, if anyone asked, if anyone cared about her opinion. Maelstroms and bedlams, the world on fire, after everything she’d suffered through and survived – over the machinations of the Old Gods, ready and emblazoned to unfurl, uncoil, unleash the accord of the New. She didn’t say any of this, too new, too fragile, too fresh, but kept it in the back of her mind, amongst the thousands of other thoughts not spoken out loud. At his question though, she snorted. “No.” Not the ones in her books and legends, anyway.
But he wasn’t one, so the insult likely wouldn’t stick. A sailor (and she’d never even seen the ocean, inclined to ask just how much he’d been able to view from his place upon a ship), and a potter (what did he craft? Make?), before the sentiments were sent back her way. Any figments or fractions of a smile ceased and desisted, gaze going back over the memories laden in snow. “My family had a farm.”
Then she was granted the rundown, eyes widening as the information rattled forth. Some she’d already known, the lack of sunlight, no embers of flames, and the biting. She nearly inclined down into the fangs questions, but sidelines them for a moment, snagging at the last bits instead. “I…the Voice has already done so much for us. I’m not sure if I could ask her for anything else.” But maybe – what they could do for her…
But he wasn’t one, so the insult likely wouldn’t stick. A sailor (and she’d never even seen the ocean, inclined to ask just how much he’d been able to view from his place upon a ship), and a potter (what did he craft? Make?), before the sentiments were sent back her way. Any figments or fractions of a smile ceased and desisted, gaze going back over the memories laden in snow. “My family had a farm.”
Then she was granted the rundown, eyes widening as the information rattled forth. Some she’d already known, the lack of sunlight, no embers of flames, and the biting. She nearly inclined down into the fangs questions, but sidelines them for a moment, snagging at the last bits instead. “I…the Voice has already done so much for us. I’m not sure if I could ask her for anything else.” But maybe – what they could do for her…
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
