Mallorie
The sound of an inhale sent a chill through Mallorie that had nothing to do with the tundra around them. She often felt she knew how to read other people’s reactions better than her own, and this reaction…
She flexed her fingers, suddenly feeling like the strength was sapped out of them where she held on to the unicorn. Morgan’s words that she wouldn’t find Adam uncomfortably familiar - almost comforting in their straightforwardness. As a guard she’d occasionally had to say similar things, and much as that made it reassuring, it also made something inside her seem to crackle and splinter.
He’s dead.
Mallorie didn’t have much to say, and listened, mute, as Morgan explained. Held back half the story, she was sure, but not the important part.
“A dragon…” She echoed faintly. Beginning to feel like she wasn’t in her own body at all, with the way emotion seemed to start running through it. Something dark, and cold, and heavy in her gut. Thought, stupidly, he would have loved that it was a dragon.
She always knew Adam was cut out for tragedy, rather than the comedy he treated life as. And this- well. That she’d find herself following his wake only to come up empty-handed was…
I should have known, she thought, grip turning from weak to vicious. Blinking back the surprising sting of wetness from her eyes before the wind could turn them sharp, make pinpricks of ice instead of grief.
“He...was his body retrieved?”
She flexed her fingers, suddenly feeling like the strength was sapped out of them where she held on to the unicorn. Morgan’s words that she wouldn’t find Adam uncomfortably familiar - almost comforting in their straightforwardness. As a guard she’d occasionally had to say similar things, and much as that made it reassuring, it also made something inside her seem to crackle and splinter.
He’s dead.
Mallorie didn’t have much to say, and listened, mute, as Morgan explained. Held back half the story, she was sure, but not the important part.
“A dragon…” She echoed faintly. Beginning to feel like she wasn’t in her own body at all, with the way emotion seemed to start running through it. Something dark, and cold, and heavy in her gut. Thought, stupidly, he would have loved that it was a dragon.
She always knew Adam was cut out for tragedy, rather than the comedy he treated life as. And this- well. That she’d find herself following his wake only to come up empty-handed was…
I should have known, she thought, grip turning from weak to vicious. Blinking back the surprising sting of wetness from her eyes before the wind could turn them sharp, make pinpricks of ice instead of grief.
“He...was his body retrieved?”
Knowledge came and devastated
