Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
They’re carried on the wind, on the breeze, intermingled with mist and darkness, and while she could hear his sentiments, she didn’t agree. Too petty didn’t seem quite possible; but perhaps it was her own prejudice, her own spite, her own vitriol casting its wares and stones. To Mabel, all of them would sink pathetically enough to infiltrate and annihilate; especially towards the Brightened ones, the beings who could cast themselves out of their ancient shackles and tethers.
So she grew quiet and sullen again – though eagles couldn’t bear frowns, the muted venture would likely say enough. An anomaly was possible, probable, but given these uncanny circumstances, everything unwinding, unfurling, Mabel didn’t know what to say. What to think.
About anything.
Her gaze darted towards the mouse in his clutches, to the iron door barricading, guarding, keeping them away and whatever remained sealed on the other side.
But then the statement drew her away, a sudden panicked sensation she couldn’t hide. A widening of her gaze, a thrumming, harsh beating of an artificial heart. No more fire. An involuntary shudder wracked through her, and then she flew downwards. I will look. A distraction, descending lower and lower –
With all the mist, something must have collected. In between one of the barrows, where mound met edges of rolling hills, a spot segmented as shallow, she could see a small, minute amount; Flowerbirth’s intricacies. Here. Whether it would be enough or not, she hastened the call, talons brushing into the puddle, plumage tucked along her sides.
So she grew quiet and sullen again – though eagles couldn’t bear frowns, the muted venture would likely say enough. An anomaly was possible, probable, but given these uncanny circumstances, everything unwinding, unfurling, Mabel didn’t know what to say. What to think.
About anything.
Her gaze darted towards the mouse in his clutches, to the iron door barricading, guarding, keeping them away and whatever remained sealed on the other side.
But then the statement drew her away, a sudden panicked sensation she couldn’t hide. A widening of her gaze, a thrumming, harsh beating of an artificial heart. No more fire. An involuntary shudder wracked through her, and then she flew downwards. I will look. A distraction, descending lower and lower –
With all the mist, something must have collected. In between one of the barrows, where mound met edges of rolling hills, a spot segmented as shallow, she could see a small, minute amount; Flowerbirth’s intricacies. Here. Whether it would be enough or not, she hastened the call, talons brushing into the puddle, plumage tucked along her sides.
MABEL
