MABEL
To be fair, he might’ve been the first she’d ever asked. Most of the time Outlanders were either treated with general disdain or indifference; callousness, disregard, until some amount of assimilation or other altercations took place. So she listened with the air of a curious predator, taking into the accounts of this Sah individual, who’d come from a beautiful land, with things like elves, magic, monsters – and the only alteration and difference between the two lands he’d once occupied seemed to be his ability to be a magical beast. She tilted her head vaguely – not bothering to tell him he was likely perfectly capable of the same thing here – if he yearned to become Attuned.
There was no need for more of them.
She hadn’t meant to make this stranger happy or content, narrowing her eyes at his grin, uncertain what to do with those notions. Widespread incantations and enchantments, not just contained within a single race, was intriguing; and while some Attuned managed it with their mythical prowess, certainly not everyone did. Ascended savored it from others. Accepted held it within weapons. “Yours will grow in time.” A shrug of her shoulders, matter of fact and not indulgent. It was how this world had worked. Why the Voice might’ve pulled them all in, intending to grasp upon those with powers to shape her facets. Some did. Others were failures.
Mabel did sit up a little straighter at the appreciation for predatory prowess, inclined to think of herself that way. With a light little huff she nodded, placing it within the back of her mind, content to be recognized.
Her eyes flickered back to him though at the mention of the Voice. “She brought you here to help.” Obviously some didn’t and hadn’t been worth the effort. “The Old Gods wouldn’t be worth your time anyway. Not with their prejudices.” Though they'd also made deals; which she opted once more not to address.
There was no need for more of them.
She hadn’t meant to make this stranger happy or content, narrowing her eyes at his grin, uncertain what to do with those notions. Widespread incantations and enchantments, not just contained within a single race, was intriguing; and while some Attuned managed it with their mythical prowess, certainly not everyone did. Ascended savored it from others. Accepted held it within weapons. “Yours will grow in time.” A shrug of her shoulders, matter of fact and not indulgent. It was how this world had worked. Why the Voice might’ve pulled them all in, intending to grasp upon those with powers to shape her facets. Some did. Others were failures.
Mabel did sit up a little straighter at the appreciation for predatory prowess, inclined to think of herself that way. With a light little huff she nodded, placing it within the back of her mind, content to be recognized.
Her eyes flickered back to him though at the mention of the Voice. “She brought you here to help.” Obviously some didn’t and hadn’t been worth the effort. “The Old Gods wouldn’t be worth your time anyway. Not with their prejudices.” Though they'd also made deals; which she opted once more not to address.
If you dig under my feet
You will find things that you don't want to see
You will find things that you don't want to see
