I'm not the only one
Who finds it hard to understand
That her offer has been accepted (appreciated, even) lets Mallorie relax properly. Shoulders coming down a little, and slipping out of the old guard way of holding herself. She allows a small twitch of her lips in Kiada’s direction when the other woman smiles at her.
“Morgan was the one who found me in the tundra. She seemed honourable.” Mallorie explains, though she finds she doesn’t know enough to say more. And it’s not like she’s been making any other friends here, so she appreciates the change in subject.
She knew a palace existed. Hard not to, given how it stood out from the other buildings. She faintly remembered magical school being mentioned, but not that it held people who weren’t students. It seemed a little odd, and she shot Kiada a sideways glance.
“A school seems a strange choice of residence.”
Though, she supposed, shelter was shelter, when your other options were rubble and snow.
When Kiada points out the people gathered around the stalls, Mallorie takes the opportunity to study them. They clearly stand out from the locals, and it’s fascinating to see the differences; refreshing to confirm that her sense for picking out What Doesn’t Fit doesn’t seem to have dulled. She feels a sense of kinship to these people, strangers in a new home.
She’s glad she approached Kiada if she might help them, even a little.
A thought strikes her, as she remembers what Morgan said about magic in this land.
“Is the academy only offering space to those who can use magic?”
“Morgan was the one who found me in the tundra. She seemed honourable.” Mallorie explains, though she finds she doesn’t know enough to say more. And it’s not like she’s been making any other friends here, so she appreciates the change in subject.
She knew a palace existed. Hard not to, given how it stood out from the other buildings. She faintly remembered magical school being mentioned, but not that it held people who weren’t students. It seemed a little odd, and she shot Kiada a sideways glance.
“A school seems a strange choice of residence.”
Though, she supposed, shelter was shelter, when your other options were rubble and snow.
When Kiada points out the people gathered around the stalls, Mallorie takes the opportunity to study them. They clearly stand out from the locals, and it’s fascinating to see the differences; refreshing to confirm that her sense for picking out What Doesn’t Fit doesn’t seem to have dulled. She feels a sense of kinship to these people, strangers in a new home.
She’s glad she approached Kiada if she might help them, even a little.
A thought strikes her, as she remembers what Morgan said about magic in this land.
“Is the academy only offering space to those who can use magic?”
I'm not afraid of God
I am afraid of Man
MALLORIE
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