All expectations make her heart feel numb
The Spire utilized as a weapon was something Mabel could fathom, could imagine, could accept. It might’ve been due to her own demolishing, unrepentant tendencies. It might’ve been because that damned thing should’ve been utilized for more than just portals and the unknown. How magnificent would it be, protecting and upholding their domain again and again and again? Laying waste? Unfurling devastation? A proud beacon to have and behold.
So there was no hesitation in the Overseer’s call for assistance, moving ahead in the moonlight fixtures, to where they’d be spread amongst its towering dominion. She arrived with little fanfare, daggers tucked away and under her tunic, resting on her belt, head lowered in respect to Isla, eyes instinctively going to the pickaxes, shovels, tools they’d need to continue carving it from the inside out. “I can help,” she mumbled – waiting for the next set of directions.
So there was no hesitation in the Overseer’s call for assistance, moving ahead in the moonlight fixtures, to where they’d be spread amongst its towering dominion. She arrived with little fanfare, daggers tucked away and under her tunic, resting on her belt, head lowered in respect to Isla, eyes instinctively going to the pickaxes, shovels, tools they’d need to continue carving it from the inside out. “I can help,” she mumbled – waiting for the next set of directions.
MABEL
