I'm not the only one
Who finds it hard to understand
Mallorie disliked being in the academy. Felt something unpleasant crawling beneath her skin whenever she looked at it, or thought about it too hard. But she didn’t have much of a choice and so she tolerated it, the unease that seemed built into the very foundations of it.
It looked like she was going to have to get used to the place, anyway…
She sighed and looked around herself, at the unfamiliar walls. Having fled the main hall and the noise and number of irritable Halovians seeking sanctuary, she’d decided to try and make use of being stuck in...this place. To try and find something that could help her to get her head round recent discoveries.
Books, she thought to herself, aren’t schools supposed to have books?
So far she’d found a lot of pomp and onstentation, but not one single library. Perhaps she was looking in the wrong place, or perhaps Halovians put more stock in the oral passage of knowledge. Perhaps it just wasn’t her night.
She was about to give up when she stepped into the room and noticed the flicker of the candle and, after a couple of steps, a familiar figure slumped over a desk.
Mallorie stepped closer, unsure if the warden was asleep or just resting her eyes; she didn’t doubt she had quite the workload lately, and didn’t mean to intrude beyond checking if the other woman was still alive.
Closer, she could see the pattern of her breath on her pen, and relief flooded her. She turned to go and in the dimness knocked the desk Morgan was sleeping on - the curse fell out of her before she could think to stay quiet.
“Shit - ” she hissed, and paused with something that might be a grimace on her face.
It looked like she was going to have to get used to the place, anyway…
She sighed and looked around herself, at the unfamiliar walls. Having fled the main hall and the noise and number of irritable Halovians seeking sanctuary, she’d decided to try and make use of being stuck in...this place. To try and find something that could help her to get her head round recent discoveries.
Books, she thought to herself, aren’t schools supposed to have books?
So far she’d found a lot of pomp and onstentation, but not one single library. Perhaps she was looking in the wrong place, or perhaps Halovians put more stock in the oral passage of knowledge. Perhaps it just wasn’t her night.
She was about to give up when she stepped into the room and noticed the flicker of the candle and, after a couple of steps, a familiar figure slumped over a desk.
Mallorie stepped closer, unsure if the warden was asleep or just resting her eyes; she didn’t doubt she had quite the workload lately, and didn’t mean to intrude beyond checking if the other woman was still alive.
Closer, she could see the pattern of her breath on her pen, and relief flooded her. She turned to go and in the dimness knocked the desk Morgan was sleeping on - the curse fell out of her before she could think to stay quiet.
“Shit - ” she hissed, and paused with something that might be a grimace on her face.
I'm not afraid of God
I am afraid of Man
MALLORIE
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