Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
At the first outcry, Mabel sent off the flutterspy again. Its little glassy wings spun through the air, casting aloft in barely a whisper, barely a sound, and she hoped in the dim darkness, without much of the moon shining, it’d be a hidden figment in the sky. All she wanted were some pictures, some clues, about the movements and motions she was hearing.
Of success.
And sure enough, the piece of butterfly tech sent back images of another woman, tugging at her leg, embedded in the hole. Unaware she was being entirely duped, the young Ascended felt a short round of triumph in her chest – however short-lived it might be. Stealthily, tucked in the cover of brush and shadows, the Ascended grabbed hold of a rock, and chucked it in the victim’s direction – ducking her head down low, waiting for something else to occur.
Of success.
And sure enough, the piece of butterfly tech sent back images of another woman, tugging at her leg, embedded in the hole. Unaware she was being entirely duped, the young Ascended felt a short round of triumph in her chest – however short-lived it might be. Stealthily, tucked in the cover of brush and shadows, the Ascended grabbed hold of a rock, and chucked it in the victim’s direction – ducking her head down low, waiting for something else to occur.
MABEL
