All expectations make her heart feel numb
Oh, so there was the lure and snare. Much like a cornered predator, she should’ve been smarter, wiser, fully capable of seeing the trap laden in the potential of reading, in the inability of comprehending, in the Voice and tomes about the goddess. Why this one would want to know more made her wonder if this was some future assailant too, trying to pinpoint weaknesses in otherwise perfected beings. An edgy, restless, nervous sway held her at bay, eyes narrowing, pondering over threats and measures – glancing sideways more than once to see if there were other pitfalls and nets lingering elsewhere.
But Mabel wouldn’t beat around the bush – it wasn’t her way. Blunt, straight to the point, and keen. “Are you an Ascended?” Would it matter? Would the youth assist the other if they weren’t? There was a layer of uncertainty lacquered and stuck to her shoulders; because the temptation to thread her way into compelling another towards the brightened Goddess compelled in the back of her mind. But just to be sure, just to be certain, before she advanced or crawled along the floor – flashing her fangs (in threat? In justification? In allegiance and camaraderie?) in the hint of a grimace or smile. It was difficult to tell.
But Mabel wouldn’t beat around the bush – it wasn’t her way. Blunt, straight to the point, and keen. “Are you an Ascended?” Would it matter? Would the youth assist the other if they weren’t? There was a layer of uncertainty lacquered and stuck to her shoulders; because the temptation to thread her way into compelling another towards the brightened Goddess compelled in the back of her mind. But just to be sure, just to be certain, before she advanced or crawled along the floor – flashing her fangs (in threat? In justification? In allegiance and camaraderie?) in the hint of a grimace or smile. It was difficult to tell.
MABEL
