Dark stones to illuminate history

MABEL

Mabel resisted the urge to sneer, snort, or snicker; relying on the slight arch of her brow to hint at any of the undercurrents. Her ideas weren’t normally bad – she didn’t think so anyway – so the shrug rippled through her shoulders, arms crossing over chest in some defensive measure against the babbling waters. “Good.” The inspection was made casually with the narrowing of her eyes, and then running one finger over the depths of it, polished and with a fine finish. “Do you need anything else then?” The Voice should be pleased with the result of the obsidian orb anyway, and Nikolai could be one step closer to his mystical eyeballs.

I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out