MABEL
For what it was worth, Mabel found herself beaming at Isla’s praise. Very young, very exuberant, very wild, like it’d been trapped and chorded off. The smile didn’t last, didn’t linger, but was there for far longer than anything had been for a long time – content with being helpful, and moderately successful.
Then there were last, lingering tasks. Mabel could write, but she presumed the men would be able to conjure something far better than the simplistic words flickering in her mind. So, in her presumptive, residual silence and quiet, she flickered over to sweeping through the place, checking for discarded remnants, and tending to the beds.
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Mabel tries to check for any leftover tools and goes to make the beds!
Then there were last, lingering tasks. Mabel could write, but she presumed the men would be able to conjure something far better than the simplistic words flickering in her mind. So, in her presumptive, residual silence and quiet, she flickered over to sweeping through the place, checking for discarded remnants, and tending to the beds.
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Mabel tries to check for any leftover tools and goes to make the beds!
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
