MABEL
Movement and motion through the temple halls pulled and exalted, and she lifted her head to watch the petals rustle, to wait and witness something glorious. Her body felt renewed, replenished, revitalized, and the breath she took to prepare herself wasn’t necessary, but steeled and forged nonetheless. A designation, she thought, ready for the inevitable, for the resolve, for the ideas to conform and curl again them.
Then nothing.
It ceased altogether – the arcs of sparks, the intertwining of hair.
Her brows furrowed together, features rendered suitably disappointed. “Oh,” was spoken a bit dimly, shocked, surprised. Perhaps she’d thought they’d be granted something: wisdom, sagacity, a trail to traverse. This was mere kindness, and then naught at all. “Maybe we decide for ourselves then,” she whispered to Evelyn, rising from her kneel. Maybe that was the only answer.
Then nothing.
It ceased altogether – the arcs of sparks, the intertwining of hair.
Her brows furrowed together, features rendered suitably disappointed. “Oh,” was spoken a bit dimly, shocked, surprised. Perhaps she’d thought they’d be granted something: wisdom, sagacity, a trail to traverse. This was mere kindness, and then naught at all. “Maybe we decide for ourselves then,” she whispered to Evelyn, rising from her kneel. Maybe that was the only answer.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
