Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
“Oh,” she mumbled, rubbing her hands against her knees, a nervous, apprehensive maneuver beginning to form in the pockets of her soul. “There was a man who came to Torchline. Shouted about how awful the Ascended were.” She made no mention of her own involvement; of hastening and throwing rocks, of joining the crowd in their feral wakes, unimpressed with the words hastened. “He disappeared.” Her palms made a motion like a poof. “But I see what you mean.” She, amongst so many others, could’ve easily been churned straight into retaliation; violence against her.
Asking Wessex to see where everything would fit, where she could assist, was a better start than nothing at all. And she’d take what she could get for a moment – rising from the stony, rocky ground at his hints. “I will leave you to your heirlooms,” and her eyes glanced over to watch one more crack. “Thank you for the discussion.”
And then she slipped out, gone, gone, gone, into the evening.
{FIN <3}
Asking Wessex to see where everything would fit, where she could assist, was a better start than nothing at all. And she’d take what she could get for a moment – rising from the stony, rocky ground at his hints. “I will leave you to your heirlooms,” and her eyes glanced over to watch one more crack. “Thank you for the discussion.”
And then she slipped out, gone, gone, gone, into the evening.
{FIN <3}
MABEL
