Mallorie
It didn’t take long to rein herself in - especially in front of a stranger. But Mallorie was quietly grateful to Morgan for not asking any question or, worse, trying to comfort her. She sniffed, sat up straighter on Eunike’s back (as best she could, with the unicorn moving steadily onwards), and tucked the information away with the sharp edges of grief beginning to unfold inside her. Back into the space below thought. Back where it could do no harm until she chose to acknowledge it.
Some things refused to go easily. Namely dragons and Adam’s body, somewhere out here in the cold. She’d have to do something about that, she thought. Not now though, nor soon. Not when she was stumbling, blind, about the place.
“At least he had friends here.” Mallorie said, finally.
She sighed, a little shaky, and reordered the pieces in her mind. Prioritise, she told herself, manage the manageable.
Mallorie grimaced, though she knew Morgan could not see it, and dragged another question out of herself.
“I presume you have inns in this world? And ways for one to occupy one’s time?”
Some things refused to go easily. Namely dragons and Adam’s body, somewhere out here in the cold. She’d have to do something about that, she thought. Not now though, nor soon. Not when she was stumbling, blind, about the place.
“At least he had friends here.” Mallorie said, finally.
She sighed, a little shaky, and reordered the pieces in her mind. Prioritise, she told herself, manage the manageable.
Mallorie grimaced, though she knew Morgan could not see it, and dragged another question out of herself.
“I presume you have inns in this world? And ways for one to occupy one’s time?”
Knowledge came and devastated
