Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
Considering Azrael’s inclinations towards helping her (and because she was naturally very nosey and wanted to see what they were up to), Mabel took a turn towards the barracks. She wasn’t overly accustomed to the building – knew of its existence – but hadn’t ever stepped inside. Not a soldier nor defender by any stretch of the imagination, the girl was usually in the mode to take care of herself, and that was about it.
But they needed to wage somewhat of a semblance, of an effort, in this bizarre, ominous, upcoming sprawl together – so she did just that.
“Azrael,” she enlightened, a lighter tone for a favored individual. “I can help if you need it.” With what, she wasn’t quite sure; but the youth had helped her family, up until their deaths, prepare for LongNight since she was small, tiny, and remembered how to be quiet in the midst of threatening claw and dastardly wakes. She had no gifts to speak of, and could only barely handle a dagger; but with direction might come some manner of ability.
But they needed to wage somewhat of a semblance, of an effort, in this bizarre, ominous, upcoming sprawl together – so she did just that.
“Azrael,” she enlightened, a lighter tone for a favored individual. “I can help if you need it.” With what, she wasn’t quite sure; but the youth had helped her family, up until their deaths, prepare for LongNight since she was small, tiny, and remembered how to be quiet in the midst of threatening claw and dastardly wakes. She had no gifts to speak of, and could only barely handle a dagger; but with direction might come some manner of ability.
MABEL
