MABEL
But she wasn’t in a rush to join in amongst Outlanders and their so-called sanctities, where they’d meandered into the Naturals’ wake and created, contorted, things of other cultural influences. Tucked inside herself, in the things she knew, understood, and had comprehended was so much easier. She wouldn’t know about talent, artistic or otherwise, and so she just nodded mutely, preparing to either let it go or to mull about later, once she and Evelyn regained their bearings. A different world, a different life now, that neither of them would be able to avoid for long.
Her eyes managed to slide away from the castle, ignoring how one of the buttresses was leaning precariously inward, and to Amun’s knight, something else out of stories, legends, and myths. “Have you ever seen one?” She gestured and pointed to the figure, with its waving sword. Such a warrior, ready to defend the realm?
He hadn’t missed the insinuations of her fangs and mercurial intonations, the garnished interest and intrigue reflecting back at her. Mabel was half-tempted to demean herself for letting it slip so easily, uncertain whether to keep things furtive, secret, aloof, or to let it all out into the world, explode, fierce, and ferocious.
But then Amun showed his fangs too, and she breathed a little easier, hands going to the snow again. “Yes,” ensued with the barest hint of a smile; more and more family, not deceased, not crumbled, but alive.
Her eyes managed to slide away from the castle, ignoring how one of the buttresses was leaning precariously inward, and to Amun’s knight, something else out of stories, legends, and myths. “Have you ever seen one?” She gestured and pointed to the figure, with its waving sword. Such a warrior, ready to defend the realm?
He hadn’t missed the insinuations of her fangs and mercurial intonations, the garnished interest and intrigue reflecting back at her. Mabel was half-tempted to demean herself for letting it slip so easily, uncertain whether to keep things furtive, secret, aloof, or to let it all out into the world, explode, fierce, and ferocious.
But then Amun showed his fangs too, and she breathed a little easier, hands going to the snow again. “Yes,” ensued with the barest hint of a smile; more and more family, not deceased, not crumbled, but alive.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
