Mallorie
That obvious, huh? Says a little voice that sounds a lot like someone else, in the back of Mallorie’s mind.
She doesn’t take offence, merely conceding with a huff and a nod. The young woman’s face growing brighter startles her for a moment; she merely offered to help her up, but maybe guards here are less inclined to involve themselves in human spills.
“Makes sense,” she agrees to her explanation about the difficulties of rearing sheep, and then -
-Then Mallorie blinks down at the sheep (quickly realising where the wool she’s holding came from) and then at the woman who is suddenly back in its place. She pauses for a second and decides against expressing her first thought (the supremely unhelpful ‘well, shit, that’s a sheep’). Instead, she hands the wool over with a slightly rumpled expression. Bewsilderment creasing her brow and twisting her lips.
She follows the point of her finger with her eyes, and nods.
“I’m heading that way - part of my route,” she explains, still a little perturbed, “if you like I can accompany you the rest of the way. If nothing else I can be a spotter.
Mallorie hopes the joke comes across right. She also hopes the other woman doesn’t do it again without warning.
“Are you...often a sheep, uh…” She tails off where a name should be, and clears her throat.
She doesn’t take offence, merely conceding with a huff and a nod. The young woman’s face growing brighter startles her for a moment; she merely offered to help her up, but maybe guards here are less inclined to involve themselves in human spills.
“Makes sense,” she agrees to her explanation about the difficulties of rearing sheep, and then -
-Then Mallorie blinks down at the sheep (quickly realising where the wool she’s holding came from) and then at the woman who is suddenly back in its place. She pauses for a second and decides against expressing her first thought (the supremely unhelpful ‘well, shit, that’s a sheep’). Instead, she hands the wool over with a slightly rumpled expression. Bewsilderment creasing her brow and twisting her lips.
She follows the point of her finger with her eyes, and nods.
“I’m heading that way - part of my route,” she explains, still a little perturbed, “if you like I can accompany you the rest of the way. If nothing else I can be a spotter.
Mallorie hopes the joke comes across right. She also hopes the other woman doesn’t do it again without warning.
“Are you...often a sheep, uh…” She tails off where a name should be, and clears her throat.
Knowledge came and devastated
