MABEL
Mabel hadn’t been so fortunate in exploring; but setbacks in death and residual traumas bit away at the notions of clambering much further on. The youth would likely end it here – head home after staring into the abyss, the watery tunnels, the vacant labyrinth, preferring the comfort of her own land, over a world surrounded in the merits of the sea. Her head ducked downwards, casting a breath she didn’t require, hands and legs itching to do something.
Which was maybe where Wessex could come in, having far more years of experience and training under her belt. “I’m not sure. I think it might have to be something I get over myself,” and she shrugged her shoulders; even though it looked like she didn’t dare tread any further. “I've been training with my daggers. Someone named Aurelia said I needed more sparring partners.” That she couldn’t do it all on her own, and so the statement was left hanging in the air – not really a question, but the tilt of her head might’ve indicated it. Unless the Wraith had other matters to attend to.
Which was maybe where Wessex could come in, having far more years of experience and training under her belt. “I’m not sure. I think it might have to be something I get over myself,” and she shrugged her shoulders; even though it looked like she didn’t dare tread any further. “I've been training with my daggers. Someone named Aurelia said I needed more sparring partners.” That she couldn’t do it all on her own, and so the statement was left hanging in the air – not really a question, but the tilt of her head might’ve indicated it. Unless the Wraith had other matters to attend to.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
