Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
She’d seen the curl of embers in the distance, beacons of light and fire, and while it meant so much more for beings who could still live in its fold, be guided by the warmth, it was the opposite for those like Mabel: still too weak, still too new, still too wild.
Her intentions had been to slip in amongst the shadows and ensure nothing was untoward – she could flee faster in the dark, warn others, hope things hadn’t escalated again like in Torchline, or parallels to Isla’s infirmary. She wouldn’t be able to do much about the blaze itself, but at least she could provide information, and then snag at gaining assistance.
Except when she approached, barefoot, eldritch, and feral along the stone proportions of the ruins, it was only Samuel, a bonfire, and the crackling of burning wood. Her uncanny gaze flickered back and forth, striving to catch anything else maiming, ripping, tearing, or falling, flailing, apart. But it all seemed to hinge right back to the older Ascended, and his saddened exterior.
She blinked rapidly, and pondered over going back. Maybe it wasn’t any of her business. Instead, with no warning at all, she echoed over the throng, straight to the bookmaker. “What happened?”
Her intentions had been to slip in amongst the shadows and ensure nothing was untoward – she could flee faster in the dark, warn others, hope things hadn’t escalated again like in Torchline, or parallels to Isla’s infirmary. She wouldn’t be able to do much about the blaze itself, but at least she could provide information, and then snag at gaining assistance.
Except when she approached, barefoot, eldritch, and feral along the stone proportions of the ruins, it was only Samuel, a bonfire, and the crackling of burning wood. Her uncanny gaze flickered back and forth, striving to catch anything else maiming, ripping, tearing, or falling, flailing, apart. But it all seemed to hinge right back to the older Ascended, and his saddened exterior.
She blinked rapidly, and pondered over going back. Maybe it wasn’t any of her business. Instead, with no warning at all, she echoed over the throng, straight to the bookmaker. “What happened?”
MABEL
