Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
Mabel had only ever just fought; an enduring little heathen crawling through the earth and emerging from the bracken sea. She wanted to argue that they could outlast them all – no pain, no need for rest, no need for sustenance, other than what the Voice gave them. A thought curtailed through her mind, as restless as it was, pouring the semblances over the crackling, ebbing flow of the fire. “What about allies? Do we have enough?” To bite? To be supplied with magic and shifts and everything in between?
As far as Sam’s abilities in the onslaught department, her eerie eyes slanted toward him again. An offer was almost on her tongue, to train him with daggers, even when she was a relative novice herself, until he mentioned it wasn’t in his nature. Instead, Mabel bit down on those remnants and went down other paths. “Do you know what else needs to be done?”
As far as Sam’s abilities in the onslaught department, her eerie eyes slanted toward him again. An offer was almost on her tongue, to train him with daggers, even when she was a relative novice herself, until he mentioned it wasn’t in his nature. Instead, Mabel bit down on those remnants and went down other paths. “Do you know what else needs to be done?”
MABEL
