Mallorie
Mallorie relaxed as she saw the first signs of civilisation; peaks and points where sunlight caught architecture. It was strangely similar - though she supposed there were only so many ways to build even in another world. It looked, from a distance, like towers of glass. Given what she’d been told, she assumed they were made or held together by magic of some sort.
Distracted by the sight, the thought of shelter, she wobbled when Eunike started on the downward path and momentarily tightened her hold.
Changing shapes, she thought as she grit her teeth, having just got used to the motion of the unicorn’s movements and now being once again unsettled. Sounds...unpleasant.
If the other woman had noticed her attempts to do…something, she hid it well.
“I’m not sure I’d know where to begin experimenting.” Mallorie admitted. Added, as an afterthought, “Thanks for the advice though.”
The news that she had escaped an apparently common fate disquieted her. Set her stomach (now beginning to grumble) ill at ease, something like...dread, or maybe grim foresight settling inside her. Gut plunging with the thought of her trail turning cold, literally, in the middle of the mountains.
She was pleased her voice remained steady when she asked, “Do you...keep track of all those who make it?”
Distracted by the sight, the thought of shelter, she wobbled when Eunike started on the downward path and momentarily tightened her hold.
Changing shapes, she thought as she grit her teeth, having just got used to the motion of the unicorn’s movements and now being once again unsettled. Sounds...unpleasant.
If the other woman had noticed her attempts to do…something, she hid it well.
“I’m not sure I’d know where to begin experimenting.” Mallorie admitted. Added, as an afterthought, “Thanks for the advice though.”
The news that she had escaped an apparently common fate disquieted her. Set her stomach (now beginning to grumble) ill at ease, something like...dread, or maybe grim foresight settling inside her. Gut plunging with the thought of her trail turning cold, literally, in the middle of the mountains.
She was pleased her voice remained steady when she asked, “Do you...keep track of all those who make it?”
Knowledge came and devastated
