MABEL
Amun confirmed the other man’s identity, and she saved it in the back of her mind for other notions, days, ruminations, and sentiments. Eyes gazing back at the landshark once more, wary, and then to the shrine itself, marked and etched by the foretold monsoons. Storms and tempests held no predilections for temples and sacred worship. Only humans. Only those with hearts lodged somewhere in faith.
“I can move the rocks.” Farm girl brawn and a complete lack of pain, or aches in her muscles would suit her just fine. She didn’t have anything else to aid or assist with in maneuvering water either – so she set for the first of many stones, hands intending to wrap around, move, and deposit them outside.
And then careened, a shove from the wind, from the gales, pushed directly into the ground. A bite, a curse lifted from her mouth, crawling back from her knees, trying to find the stone she’d already lost.
“I can move the rocks.” Farm girl brawn and a complete lack of pain, or aches in her muscles would suit her just fine. She didn’t have anything else to aid or assist with in maneuvering water either – so she set for the first of many stones, hands intending to wrap around, move, and deposit them outside.
And then careened, a shove from the wind, from the gales, pushed directly into the ground. A bite, a curse lifted from her mouth, crawling back from her knees, trying to find the stone she’d already lost.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
