MABEL
At least she’d prompted somewhat of a smile; even if it was worn, barely there, on vestiges and ethers. And Mabel didn’t care to wonder why that even mattered. “I shot arrows instead,” she admitted; mildly disappointed that her knives hadn’t come into play. There would be other moments, she supposed, and resolved something in the back of her mind for another day. “It was lovely,” the youth continued, a firm nod hastened, intermingling with the light chorus of the bees, still unsettled around the limbs and boughs of the nestled trees. “It was nice to fly. To see everything.” To have that power in her clutches, in her grasp. She'd do it again without hesitation.
And then the grin was gone, and hers was too, eyes inclined more to the ground, ears catching hold of the melody the insects made, latching onto that, rather than the ripples in the water.
“It’s difficult to farm here,” the Ascended stated at first, hands clenching together, forging onward with the thoughts – having lost her family to the ineptitude of the land, the harsh soil, the constant striving and trying to pray their way to salvation. None of it had worked. “Is there anything else you’d want to do with it?”
And then the grin was gone, and hers was too, eyes inclined more to the ground, ears catching hold of the melody the insects made, latching onto that, rather than the ripples in the water.
“It’s difficult to farm here,” the Ascended stated at first, hands clenching together, forging onward with the thoughts – having lost her family to the ineptitude of the land, the harsh soil, the constant striving and trying to pray their way to salvation. None of it had worked. “Is there anything else you’d want to do with it?”
Let's go to war to make peace
Let's be cold to create heat
Let's be cold to create heat
