All expectations make her heart feel numb
She gave and granted her greetings towards the other familiar Ascended with a casual nod of her head; attention deviating solely to Isla, and then the Spire itself, as tasks and information was designated. Her eyes glanced at the markers, then the tools in place, tilting her skull as she listened to the modicums of obsidian, pondering over which would be most suitable. Mabel wasn’t known for her brute strength, so she opted for the pickaxe. Was it because she liked the looks of it, and how it could potentially be used as a weapon? Maybe.
Snagging the tool, she made her way, quietly, over to the foot of the Spire, and went to work, striving to clear away the proportions marked.
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Mabel goes to the very foot of the Spire!
Snagging the tool, she made her way, quietly, over to the foot of the Spire, and went to work, striving to clear away the proportions marked.
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Mabel goes to the very foot of the Spire!
MABEL
