Mallorie
“An ursur?” Mallorie’s eyebrows raise. “Impressive indeed.”
She had assumed that shifts were probably tied to something intrinsic in a person, their blood. It sounds like it doesn’t work that way though, and now she wonders how many other misconceptions she has about this world - how long it’ll take to clear them up.
She tries not to sigh, says “Mallorie, please”, and carries on.
Hestor’s question is...tricky. How do you put into words your entire world?
“I came from a place that seems not too dissimilar, at first at least. We had magic and creatures not unlike yours, but...” She frowns and forges on. “It doesn’t really matter now. I’m here.”
She doesn’t mean to seem rude, but she also doesn’t see the point in dwelling on the past. There are things she missed and things she doesn’t - they’re much the same now, far away, fragile things. So Mallorie focuses on Hestor’s comments about timing instead.
“All about the timing,” she concedes, with the barest curve to her mouth, “I think of it as a test-run. If I can survive this, then maybe I have a chance of making a life here.”
Mallorie eyes Hestor as subtly as she can; she seems much less grim than expected, and it’s...endearing. Maybe there’s more to life here than hardship.
“You seem a lot more...upbeat than most Halovians I’ve met.”
She had assumed that shifts were probably tied to something intrinsic in a person, their blood. It sounds like it doesn’t work that way though, and now she wonders how many other misconceptions she has about this world - how long it’ll take to clear them up.
She tries not to sigh, says “Mallorie, please”, and carries on.
Hestor’s question is...tricky. How do you put into words your entire world?
“I came from a place that seems not too dissimilar, at first at least. We had magic and creatures not unlike yours, but...” She frowns and forges on. “It doesn’t really matter now. I’m here.”
She doesn’t mean to seem rude, but she also doesn’t see the point in dwelling on the past. There are things she missed and things she doesn’t - they’re much the same now, far away, fragile things. So Mallorie focuses on Hestor’s comments about timing instead.
“All about the timing,” she concedes, with the barest curve to her mouth, “I think of it as a test-run. If I can survive this, then maybe I have a chance of making a life here.”
Mallorie eyes Hestor as subtly as she can; she seems much less grim than expected, and it’s...endearing. Maybe there’s more to life here than hardship.
“You seem a lot more...upbeat than most Halovians I’ve met.”
Knowledge came and devastated
