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Mabel Occidendum


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MABEL

The dark was lovely, the moon bright, and the shadows were her allies as she clung to them in the sultry fall of day. The world crested but didn’t mourn, not like they’d been doing for so many days and weeks. And she followed the wake of chorus bees returning to their hive, the wavering dance, the flight of music, a soothing balm to her ears – as if her mother and siblings were singing again in those few days not faced by anguish.

But they couldn’t and wouldn’t again.

Yet, she still persisted and listened, their hums and tunes making no sense or melody, but she had naught to add in their wake.

And then reality hit her, very, very quickly, the whereabouts she traced; and her eyes flickered to the outset of the Oasis. The glade mocked her, in its genuine, gentle lull, in the once-proud lures, where she’d dove down beneath its veneer without a care in the world. Something that now set her entirely on edge, backing away from the pool, and lingering in the scrape of the earth, staring it down from the embankments.
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HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
Wings carry him over the gentle currents of a fresh, Flowerbirth breeze. Henry can only feel the cold grip of night, numb to the sense of hope and renewal that a new year offers. Still, he leans into it as it ruffles through his dark feathers. He's not quite looking down at the ground as he flies. Tonight he's incapable of sleep. Memories haunt his fractured mind, slipping in through cracks he can't mend. At least the moon understands his plight of trying to light up the darkness. The gaze of the eagle spans across the starry sky as he shadows it.

Another shadow dwells beneath him, however, movement catching his sharp eyes. It's a figure he recognizes immediately, and his heart instinctively races to reach out. He pivots in the air, the eagle's beastly form blotting out the light above Mabel as he glides over her head. He lands heavily onto the ground, but no playful squawk escapes him, no friendly call offered to her.

He lands there among the razed earth, stilling as he draws in his massive wingspan. There's a moment where he does nothing, makes no move towards her, simply blinks at it all.

Then he's himself again. The eagle gives way to the man, and he looks at Mabel without really looking at her. "You're alive," he says, chin lifting towards her; it's a gentle acknowledgement that, in spite of her fears, she triumphed. But he knows it doesn't feel like it. "I'm glad." He means it, but his voice lacks any real enthusiasm or heart.
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Mabel Occidendum


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MABEL

The cosmic dance of the bees grounded her, far more so than the blades of grass beneath her bare feet, or the rocks giving way to the small ripples and pulses of the Oasis. She kept the panic in her gut, where it ravaged and savaged and contorted into some toiling, anxious multitude, and away from her features – that yearned and longed to grimace. Her limbs began to backpedal, a flight mode activated, until there were more shadows passing over and she had to look, had to know, had to see what was going on –

Not a threat, in the way the water was. Henry, conforming from the eagle motions (the very one she’d taken, greedily, from him a season ago), and she stilled. Spine ramrod straight, held together by very little except pride and mutiny, and he was quiet, too quiet, eerily so, and Mabel didn’t know what to make of it.

Or the words that flickered and followed through. Her fingers played on the edges of her shirt hem for a moment, as if to give them something to do rather than bolt like the rest of her craved; and her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Are you surprised?” She had been in some way. Shocked they’d made it at all. Stunned when her arrow had slipped into monsters. Bewildered when the everything had come crashing down around them.

Glad? He was glad?

Her face must’ve formed the perfect air of confusion, and she backed further away from the embankments, until she could sit upon a rock and not be so obviously reaching for a retreat. Unaware of the loss hovering over him, of how he’d been altered and changed, the youth swallowed down a length of bile. “How was your LongNight?”
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HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
He hadn't meant it that way, but he's too numb to care if he's offended her again. "Yes," he frowns thoughtfully at his blunt tones, recalling many of the lives lost to LongNight's tortures. Too many to count, too many he hadn't even known, and yet he still feels the loss of them all sharply now. Now that he knows how it is to lose those important to you to the monsters and darkness. "Everyone always dies," he offers as explanation, voice gritted by bitterness.

Mabel finds a place to seat herself and he barely notices the flighty look in her expression. Well, notices is perhaps the wrong word. He doesn't make much of it; he's so used to seeing it there, she appears as she usually is. What is there to make of it? She should be trying to escape, she should be running. She's not wrong, she's right and she's smart enough to know she is, and he won't make a move to mend those raw, raging feeling of hers anymore. He has too many of his own now.

"How was my LongNight?" He echoes, sounding disturbed by the question as his eyes widen with anger and his jaw clenches. "Oh, it was great, Mabel," his words seethe out sarcastically, "It's afterwards that was not. I returned to my entire family dead and gone and there's nothing left of it, not even the house or the fucking goats. Nothing, like it never even existed." His words are heated and biting but he's trying not to go over the edge or yell like he wants to.

"Yours?" His voice cracks then, showing his pain and weakness for just that brief second.
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Mabel Occidendum


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MABEL

The slow buzzing of the bees in their drowsy state was overshadowed, overwhelmed, by the unexpected cacophony of Henry. For once, all her attention segmented straight back to him – at the differences, at the platitudes, at the quite feral unknown, regarding him as if she’d never seen him before in her life.

Not with the bitterness, the rancor.

Surprised that she survived might’ve been offensive – perhaps he’d seen her as weak – but there were no words to segment edgewise as he began. The anger and open hostility, not towards her, but the world in general, had her hands and fingers gripping one another tightly, woven together in her lap, jaw clenching, chin raised, as if that was all she could do besides facing the bellows.

She flinched; hadn’t meant to. A cautionary, instinctual reaction, blinking away the aggression, the biting, that she hadn’t intended to unfurl. Something sharp and hot twisted in her gut, and she realized it could’ve been anything: anger, sorrow, injustice, eyes narrowing until they might’ve appeared dangerous. A mixture, a conflagration of emotions; same as him, but she’d lost everyone some time ago.

It wasn’t so raw now. Not when she had a plan of action. Knew what she wanted to do.

“I’m sorry,” she offered, because she was. Sorry Henry had to go through that. Sorry LongNight had taken more and more and more, because of the Sparkbird and any other feverish onslaughts. Sorry there was nothing to return to. Sorry that another family had been claimed by the wake of its terrors, trials, and tribulations.

Mabel almost said naught at all about her own venture, and when it did come out, the tones felt hollow, barbed and bare against her fangs. “The barracks caught on fire, so we had to escape. Some stayed behind.” Gone; done in. “We ran to the jail and stayed there. Fought off the monsters that got in.” Survived.

On impulse, her eyes flickered back towards him again, away from the muted ground or the ripples in the glade. “Do you have somewhere to stay?”
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HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
Henry can hear the bees stirring around them, around Mabel's meaningless apology. His gaze drifts over towards their multitudes, where they float and roam slowly, harmlessly. "Yeah, me too," he mumbles, eyes narrowing as his brows lower over them. His heart feels hollowed out and tears swell at the edges of his eyes, but he draws them back with a heavy effort.

He lifts and tilts his head to her when she explains how things went on her side of things. He nods curtly when she explains how some of them stayed behind, understanding the implication but not doing much else with it. He tries to imagine it, what that must have been like. Didn't seem like much of a fair fight and he couldn't blame any of them for not being too ready for it. How do you prepare for the end?

Before he can say anything, though, she asks him a question and he raises his brows in surprise. "Yes, a spare room in the Domiciles. It's not home, but it will do," he sighs. There's no intention to bring this weight upon anyone else, only to carry it himself, alone and aimless. "For now, until I.." his voice trails, and truthfully he can't even begin to imagine rebuilding the farm. Not because of what it would take but because of what could never be replaced. Family, memories, the good and the bad... "until I rebuild. I have to."
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Mabel Occidendum


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MABEL

She felt like a bird for a moment – tiny and insignificant, maybe a swallow, a songbird, hiding and ducking between nettled branches and thorns. Mabel never had the right thing to say in these moments – carved out of her own grief into something mad and vicious, once dead and brought back to life by the grasp of her claws and faith in her Goddess. She’d lost too many too young, until it almost became habitual to watch the rest of her family perish, no matter what she did. “I didn’t have to use your shift,” she offered at last, eyes going towards the bees instead of him. “So Aamu and I went to King’s End with them.” On eagle and dragon wings, until they’d had their fill and plotted out resurrection.

It was wonderful she wanted to offer, but couldn’t, didn’t know how.

At the very least Henry had a place to stay – and she nodded, hands still wringing together. Edgy, flighty, wanting for nothing more than to ghost and peel away again, and remaining tied and tethered to her rock while the babble of the brook hastened by, while the melody of insects droned along in simple hums.

Mabel thought of what it meant to rebuild. Of her old farmhouse, largely empty save for her and Aamu, put back together again by the kindness of strangers and the ambience of striving, trying, and rising back up again. More and more and more. “Let me know if you want help.” Not that she’d be much good – but it would be something.
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