Mallorie
Mallorie manages to unfreeze herself from her startled state, and clears her throat. Hester seems harmless, if a little playful, and the shock of the transformation fades as she talks.
“That’s...impressive. I’ve not seen a transformation firsthand before,” Mallorie explains, wondering how much more obvious she could be about being an outlander without carrying a sign around. “Glad to keep you company.”
The younger woman seems willing to chat enough for the both of them, so Mallorie lets her. Nods her head at her introduction, and the name; it sounds pretty, melodic, not unlike some of the names she encountered among her extended elven brethren back home. She doesn’t fancy trying it though, lest she cause some terrible offence.
She introduces herself with an awkward, “Officer Woodbourne, I suppose. Mallorie if you feel more comfortable with that.”
Then she gestures for them to start walking down the street. Keeps a careful eye on Hester’s load, which looks too much for one woman, and yet Mallorie suspects if she offered to take some of it she’d receive a cheeky grin in response.
“I wouldn’t know if you’re the first, to be honest. Everyone I’ve met so far has been in human form which,” she waves a hand at Hester in general, “You don’t look any different from any other person in human form.”
Hester's next question catches her off-guard.
How long has she been here?
Mallorie has to think about it, punctuated by the crunch of her boots in the snow. She arrived just before the frost really set in and Halo was cut off, but she didn’t keep track in her earlier days here. A few weeks, a month maybe? She isn’t sure.
She hedges her bets.
“Since the start of the season. It’s..taken some getting used to.”
That’s an understatement.
“That’s...impressive. I’ve not seen a transformation firsthand before,” Mallorie explains, wondering how much more obvious she could be about being an outlander without carrying a sign around. “Glad to keep you company.”
The younger woman seems willing to chat enough for the both of them, so Mallorie lets her. Nods her head at her introduction, and the name; it sounds pretty, melodic, not unlike some of the names she encountered among her extended elven brethren back home. She doesn’t fancy trying it though, lest she cause some terrible offence.
She introduces herself with an awkward, “Officer Woodbourne, I suppose. Mallorie if you feel more comfortable with that.”
Then she gestures for them to start walking down the street. Keeps a careful eye on Hester’s load, which looks too much for one woman, and yet Mallorie suspects if she offered to take some of it she’d receive a cheeky grin in response.
“I wouldn’t know if you’re the first, to be honest. Everyone I’ve met so far has been in human form which,” she waves a hand at Hester in general, “You don’t look any different from any other person in human form.”
Hester's next question catches her off-guard.
How long has she been here?
Mallorie has to think about it, punctuated by the crunch of her boots in the snow. She arrived just before the frost really set in and Halo was cut off, but she didn’t keep track in her earlier days here. A few weeks, a month maybe? She isn’t sure.
She hedges her bets.
“Since the start of the season. It’s..taken some getting used to.”
That’s an understatement.
Knowledge came and devastated
