I'm not the only one
Who finds it hard to understand
Ah, Mallorie thinks, something in common. Though of course, she hadn’t arrived in time to be able to speak to the one person who’d shared her old world. But it was good to know that something, or someone familiar might one day turn up.
She gives Kiada a smile - a twist to her mouth rather than a full grin - and replies, “If you’re recommending them to me, I’ll trust your judgment.”
It couldn’t hurt to make more friends now...here. Except for the ‘having to make friends’ part, that is. But Mallorie figures if she can drop into a new world out of nowhere, she can learn to be more sociable, as awkward as it sounds.
As they make their way through the rubble, Mallorie pauses as the palace comes into sight. She didn’t realise it had been so damaged, had assumed most of the harm had fallen on the settlement itself. She manages to keep moving after a moment of hesitation, and as they turn towards the academy something foreboding rises in her chest.
“This is the school?” She asks, nodding towards it.
Something about it sends a prickle through her skin, ice through her veins - though it quickly thaws. Mallorie doesn’t quite have the time to prevent a look of apprehension crossing her face and her jaw tenses; it’s a fleeting sensation, but it’s enough, and it unsettles her.
How do the locals stand it?
She gives Kiada a smile - a twist to her mouth rather than a full grin - and replies, “If you’re recommending them to me, I’ll trust your judgment.”
It couldn’t hurt to make more friends now...here. Except for the ‘having to make friends’ part, that is. But Mallorie figures if she can drop into a new world out of nowhere, she can learn to be more sociable, as awkward as it sounds.
As they make their way through the rubble, Mallorie pauses as the palace comes into sight. She didn’t realise it had been so damaged, had assumed most of the harm had fallen on the settlement itself. She manages to keep moving after a moment of hesitation, and as they turn towards the academy something foreboding rises in her chest.
“This is the school?” She asks, nodding towards it.
Something about it sends a prickle through her skin, ice through her veins - though it quickly thaws. Mallorie doesn’t quite have the time to prevent a look of apprehension crossing her face and her jaw tenses; it’s a fleeting sensation, but it’s enough, and it unsettles her.
How do the locals stand it?
I'm not afraid of God
I am afraid of Man
MALLORIE
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