MABEL
The darkness pressed, and she finally went home.
There was no explanation for why it had taken so long – save for some measure of dread, of apprehension, of being afraid of what she’d find. The house was its own haunting parallels, from times where she’d had family, then nothing at all, hallmarks of what used to be, what once was, and couldn’t become again.
But pressing her bare feet on the outskirts, staring at the gaping holes in the side, glancing at the burnt edges, made her heart sicker than she’d ever come to realize.
The barn was destroyed and gone, felled into pieces of timber still smoldering, and others merely ash. Like bones and decay and naught. While it had been leaning at the best of times, to see it completely succumbed made her inhale, sharpen a breath she didn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t need – clenching and balling her fists.
The structure within seemed to have held together by sheer will and tenacity – for it was the roof that bore the most damage. Windows were blasted out. The rooms seemed virtually untouched, save for the place where her parents had once resided; charred marks settled on the walls. Their gods didn’t save them again.
Surveying the disastrous wake meant she wouldn’t be able to do this on her own. As much as she detested asking for assistance, especially in the heavy losses suffered elsewhere, if she and Aamu were to remain here, the shelter would have to re-established. So she penned a few marks upon the notice board, with directions to the farmhouse nestled in and amongst the trees.
Sighed, then began sorting through the timber of the barn.
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PQ to help salvage and repair Mabel’s farmhouse! Feel free to have your characters’ see a notice board post indicating she needs help!
1.Aamu
2.
There was no explanation for why it had taken so long – save for some measure of dread, of apprehension, of being afraid of what she’d find. The house was its own haunting parallels, from times where she’d had family, then nothing at all, hallmarks of what used to be, what once was, and couldn’t become again.
But pressing her bare feet on the outskirts, staring at the gaping holes in the side, glancing at the burnt edges, made her heart sicker than she’d ever come to realize.
The barn was destroyed and gone, felled into pieces of timber still smoldering, and others merely ash. Like bones and decay and naught. While it had been leaning at the best of times, to see it completely succumbed made her inhale, sharpen a breath she didn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t need – clenching and balling her fists.
The structure within seemed to have held together by sheer will and tenacity – for it was the roof that bore the most damage. Windows were blasted out. The rooms seemed virtually untouched, save for the place where her parents had once resided; charred marks settled on the walls. Their gods didn’t save them again.
Surveying the disastrous wake meant she wouldn’t be able to do this on her own. As much as she detested asking for assistance, especially in the heavy losses suffered elsewhere, if she and Aamu were to remain here, the shelter would have to re-established. So she penned a few marks upon the notice board, with directions to the farmhouse nestled in and amongst the trees.
Sighed, then began sorting through the timber of the barn.
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PQ to help salvage and repair Mabel’s farmhouse! Feel free to have your characters’ see a notice board post indicating she needs help!
1.
2.
Let's go to war to make peace
Let's be cold to create heat
Let's be cold to create heat
