I'm not the only one
Who finds it hard to understand
Mallorie hasn’t had the best few weeks if she’s honest. Changing worlds, adapting to a climate that could at its most charitable be called ‘hazardous’, and then explosions in the night to cap it all. Honestly if she were religious she’d think it was some sort of sign - or several all at once, to be specific.
Right now she’s mostly thankful for the new layer of furs she’s managed to acquire since arriving, and for the opportunity to provide help, useless as she otherwise seems to be in Halo. Not that she’s having much success finding ways to be of use beyond helping shift rubble and rubbish off the streets. She chafes at the feeling of impotence and has taken a day to scout out the area instead, to divert her attention from how out of sorts she seems to be and maybe find avenues other than sitting in the inn and staring at the walls.
It’s this urge that finds her making her way down the street, assuring herself of location and landmarks, as well as eyeing the repair work. Wondering who exactly she could speak to about providing more than an audience to the people doing their best to rebuild after…everything.
She notices Kiada as she draws closer. A woman in furs wouldn’t be notable except that something about the way she holds herself makes her stand out. A person of power, perhaps? Though as Mallorie understands it power is somewhat fluid in Halo, these days. Someone she should keep an eye on at least. Which she does, as she gets closer, and is struck with the impression that this might be someone who knows how she can be of use somewhere.
Mallorie pauses for a moment, before deciding to approach, face grim with determination.
Right now she’s mostly thankful for the new layer of furs she’s managed to acquire since arriving, and for the opportunity to provide help, useless as she otherwise seems to be in Halo. Not that she’s having much success finding ways to be of use beyond helping shift rubble and rubbish off the streets. She chafes at the feeling of impotence and has taken a day to scout out the area instead, to divert her attention from how out of sorts she seems to be and maybe find avenues other than sitting in the inn and staring at the walls.
It’s this urge that finds her making her way down the street, assuring herself of location and landmarks, as well as eyeing the repair work. Wondering who exactly she could speak to about providing more than an audience to the people doing their best to rebuild after…everything.
She notices Kiada as she draws closer. A woman in furs wouldn’t be notable except that something about the way she holds herself makes her stand out. A person of power, perhaps? Though as Mallorie understands it power is somewhat fluid in Halo, these days. Someone she should keep an eye on at least. Which she does, as she gets closer, and is struck with the impression that this might be someone who knows how she can be of use somewhere.
Mallorie pauses for a moment, before deciding to approach, face grim with determination.
I'm not afraid of God
I am afraid of Man
MALLORIE
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