MABEL
“Yes,” she answered. There were scores of those illiterate – and she could be grateful to her parents for some things, like ensuring they knew how to read and write, while multitudes of other Naturals remained uncertain, unsure, of words displayed upon a page. At his implications of her being a rude child, she merely shrugged, the meant insult rolling off her shoulders. She could be far more than rude, and one day she’d prove it – make the world see exactly who and what she’d become (fangs, wolves, claws, rampaging through eerie evenings, talons extended in a rush of blood and vigilance, violence and anarchy).
Her brow arched while she began her needlepoint, hues immediately blending together in an art she’d long since perfected. “You can start one.” She doubted many would participate, given the melancholy atmosphere. The girl had no answer for his other inquiry though; LongNight had never represented joviality – Flowerbirth frequently took hold of the recovery, the rebuilding, the restoration, save for last year’s Fiat Lux debacle. They never really could have nice things in Caido.
She raised her head at the mention of people fiends, a nod given, a smirk intertwined. “Oh, we do.” Some far more overt about it than others.
His ignorance shown on the insult lanced towards her home, Outlander insinuations (their worlds always so much better than this), and she snorted. “You haven’t seen much then.” If he’d only managed to survey the Temple walls, then she’d understand the notion – but there was far more than constant darkness and the threat of monsters.
Her brow arched while she began her needlepoint, hues immediately blending together in an art she’d long since perfected. “You can start one.” She doubted many would participate, given the melancholy atmosphere. The girl had no answer for his other inquiry though; LongNight had never represented joviality – Flowerbirth frequently took hold of the recovery, the rebuilding, the restoration, save for last year’s Fiat Lux debacle. They never really could have nice things in Caido.
She raised her head at the mention of people fiends, a nod given, a smirk intertwined. “Oh, we do.” Some far more overt about it than others.
His ignorance shown on the insult lanced towards her home, Outlander insinuations (their worlds always so much better than this), and she snorted. “You haven’t seen much then.” If he’d only managed to survey the Temple walls, then she’d understand the notion – but there was far more than constant darkness and the threat of monsters.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
