MABEL
Perhaps she was a fool for going, but she’d promised to help, in some way, shape, or form. More than just a messenger girl. But her hands still grasped her daggers tightly, as if they may fly off on their own, pondering over the tech in her pocket, and the bizarre walk they strode along. An avoidance of the beach and the sea, and every other sentiment that came with it, the darkness settled over the pool of her eldritch motions and movements, following after Bastien and the rest accompanying.
The jungle transitioning once more, her eyes widening in the glimpses of shadows, and then – the holes themselves. She scanned them, scrutinized them, wondered if anyone had ever traipsed through and simply not returned. Like a gaping, widening maw, like something that might swallow a person whole.
The regrets starting peeling into her soul. “Do we just…venture inside?” Glancing at Bastien, the adult and leader and everything else in this situation.
The jungle transitioning once more, her eyes widening in the glimpses of shadows, and then – the holes themselves. She scanned them, scrutinized them, wondered if anyone had ever traipsed through and simply not returned. Like a gaping, widening maw, like something that might swallow a person whole.
The regrets starting peeling into her soul. “Do we just…venture inside?” Glancing at Bastien, the adult and leader and everything else in this situation.
Let's go to war to make peace
Let's be cold to create heat
Let's be cold to create heat
