I'm not the only one
Who finds it hard to understand
It is infinitely more interesting, a fact Mallorie acknowledges with an amused huff. She takes in the route Kiada is leading her on, committing this part of the town to memory and wondering if she’s passed through this area before - ignored it, perhaps, or forgotten. Her attempts to learn Snowcloak’s layout have been a bit of a blur.
The story of the troublemaking hunters is...pleasantly familiar. The idea of wrangling discord is comforting, almost, in the face of everything. She doubts Kiada lacks the means to move them on herself, but she still asks, “Do you need back-up with them?” before she can stop herself
Probably not a good idea to question her ability to handle some disgruntled hunters… She scolded herself, silently. She did take note to listen out for such a whistle though, just in case.
When Kiada winks it makes something inside her chest tug painfully. Like she’s absently poked a wound yet to heal. She clears her throat and tries to focus on the here and now, not the past and the there, even as it rises, fresh, within her.
“I’m staying at a small inn a few streets away. The guard captain mentioned it when I arrived. It’s comfortable and survived the chaos mostly intact, so I’ve stayed. There’s been a few more guests recently for...obvious reasons.” Mallorie explains.
Curious about the people Kiada is helping, Mallorie frowns ever so slightly and tilts her head as she asks, “Is there a particular place those from the Hollow Grounds stay? I’m afraid I haven’t quite got my head around the districts yet - if there are any.”
The story of the troublemaking hunters is...pleasantly familiar. The idea of wrangling discord is comforting, almost, in the face of everything. She doubts Kiada lacks the means to move them on herself, but she still asks, “Do you need back-up with them?” before she can stop herself
Probably not a good idea to question her ability to handle some disgruntled hunters… She scolded herself, silently. She did take note to listen out for such a whistle though, just in case.
When Kiada winks it makes something inside her chest tug painfully. Like she’s absently poked a wound yet to heal. She clears her throat and tries to focus on the here and now, not the past and the there, even as it rises, fresh, within her.
“I’m staying at a small inn a few streets away. The guard captain mentioned it when I arrived. It’s comfortable and survived the chaos mostly intact, so I’ve stayed. There’s been a few more guests recently for...obvious reasons.” Mallorie explains.
Curious about the people Kiada is helping, Mallorie frowns ever so slightly and tilts her head as she asks, “Is there a particular place those from the Hollow Grounds stay? I’m afraid I haven’t quite got my head around the districts yet - if there are any.”
I'm not afraid of God
I am afraid of Man
MALLORIE
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