All expectations make her heart feel numb
For once, it had been wise of her to not listen to Wessex’s words and summons. Ignoring it for a narrowing of her eyes, the youth stepped back, lurching further into the shadows, the moment a voice unraveled and unfurled across the wake.
For the rest of those like her, not present, not here, would need to know the parallels and heights drawn. The number of seasons left. The amount of time layered and lacquered in between pursuits of survival and hostilities of war. So Mabel withdrew, further and deeper into the encroaching darkness, making her way home on swiftness and even, eldritch steps, a lithe messenger in fields and woods.
For the rest of those like her, not present, not here, would need to know the parallels and heights drawn. The number of seasons left. The amount of time layered and lacquered in between pursuits of survival and hostilities of war. So Mabel withdrew, further and deeper into the encroaching darkness, making her way home on swiftness and even, eldritch steps, a lithe messenger in fields and woods.
MABEL
