Mallorie
Mallorie appreciates Hestor not pressing for more information on her past life. If nothing else it would make for a depressing conversation, and Mallorie has learned that if she hopes to make connections then inciting misery doesn’t help. She stops when Hestor stops, raises her hands momentarily in case her bags come tumbling down again.
Good choice, she thinks. Feels a little smile tug at her lips at the preference for familiarity. In Mallorie’s experience people trust guards who they know better than those who remain distant pillars of authority. She wants to be...less distant here. Halo doesn’t seem large enough to allow for distance, for a start.
She blinks at Hestor’s apology.
“It’s fine. I just…” Mallorie frowns, thinking of the best way to phrase it. “I’m not so good at telling stories. I’m afraid it wouldn’t interest you much.”
Among other things.
Still though. Hestor seems well-intentioned, and Mallorie can’t fault her curiosity. She nods at her explanation and honestly? It seems sound.
“That’s a healthy attitude. You shape yourself, not the weather.”
Mallorie winces. For a moment she felt very much like a grandmother spouting platitudes, but she does believe Hestor is right. She hopes that comes across, instead of sounding patronising.
Good choice, she thinks. Feels a little smile tug at her lips at the preference for familiarity. In Mallorie’s experience people trust guards who they know better than those who remain distant pillars of authority. She wants to be...less distant here. Halo doesn’t seem large enough to allow for distance, for a start.
She blinks at Hestor’s apology.
“It’s fine. I just…” Mallorie frowns, thinking of the best way to phrase it. “I’m not so good at telling stories. I’m afraid it wouldn’t interest you much.”
Among other things.
Still though. Hestor seems well-intentioned, and Mallorie can’t fault her curiosity. She nods at her explanation and honestly? It seems sound.
“That’s a healthy attitude. You shape yourself, not the weather.”
Mallorie winces. For a moment she felt very much like a grandmother spouting platitudes, but she does believe Hestor is right. She hopes that comes across, instead of sounding patronising.
Knowledge came and devastated
