MABEL
Oh buoyed in her mind, flickering and weighing out the maneuvers. There was a brief instance of clarity of something other than nothing. The slightest of movement came from beneath her hand; glass flutters, like a ghostly breath, a wavering of potential. Maybe she’d done it. Maybe she’d figured it out. Or maybe it was a false alarm, and she’d have to start all over again.
She paused for half a moment, before furrowing her brows and applying more pressure with her fingers, maneuvering the wings down further, striving to manifest the motion again. To try harder, experiment into strength adhering into the bounty, into the device, lips pursed and nose wrinkled, concentration only adhering to this circumstance.
She paused for half a moment, before furrowing her brows and applying more pressure with her fingers, maneuvering the wings down further, striving to manifest the motion again. To try harder, experiment into strength adhering into the bounty, into the device, lips pursed and nose wrinkled, concentration only adhering to this circumstance.
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
