MABEL
The images came back in quick succession: serpents maneuvering, coiling, contorting, lunging and snapping out at her little piece of brave tech. “Snakes,” she announced, eyes going to Azrael’s repellent, readying her dagger, and then glancing back towards Bastien. “And something else – like an entrance? With roots of trees.” She blinked a couple of times, gathering the information again as it readied and steadied within her mind. “And it's dark.” Which made her wonder – given their ability to see through the inky, Stygian abyss.
The flutterspy was ordered to return to her palm, and then the glint of metal surged in her other hand. Should a serpent come her way, the youth was all the more ready to strike – unlike water or fire, she had no fear of these things.
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Mabel tells the group what her flutterspy sees, and then readies her daggers to strike if a snake comes her way.
The flutterspy was ordered to return to her palm, and then the glint of metal surged in her other hand. Should a serpent come her way, the youth was all the more ready to strike – unlike water or fire, she had no fear of these things.
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Mabel tells the group what her flutterspy sees, and then readies her daggers to strike if a snake comes her way.
Let's go to war to make peace
Let's be cold to create heat
Let's be cold to create heat
