01-24-2019, 06:59 PM
you've got to move slowly, take and eat my body like it's holy.
She watches his face turn to confusion and she forgets that not everyone has a mind reader picking people’s brains for them. Still, it means little when he continues to listen to her proposition anyway. Her father had told her to be lovely, to use her soft voice to gain his trust and convince him to cooperate. Sabbath watches him, grinning wide with those eager green eyes when he complies with her requests so easily. One promise, one sweet smile, and the project was underway. The serpent child makes a note to remember that men are susceptible to these kinds of things.
Sabbath nods along as he explains what he’ll need, her little horn swishing through the air with each head movement. She comes to a stop in the center of Loess and turns to face him with the clearing directly behind her. “ There are rocks in the hills and clay in the soil. Maybe some old bones buried down there we could use to decorate. Whatever you think looks best, as long as it can stand strong enough to protect the visitors inside,” she explains, her face still beaming with joy and excitement. Strong enough to keep them from escaping, she doesn’t say. Strong enough to keep anyone from breaking them out.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asks with a tilt of her young head, her black forelock falling in her red face as she watches him. She’s eager to see just how he builds their prisons but she tries her best to be patient for the time being. Everyone she knows has the kind of magic you can’t quite see, like her mother’s healing or Starsin’s mind reading. But to see him build their dungeon? She imagines it will be great and perhaps terrifying at first.
Sabbath steps out of his way and stands beside him as she waits for the spectacle to begin. Maybe someday she can learn to create things rather than destroy them. (But she’s just starting to learn how to break things and she’s getting better every day. Perhaps her talents will always lie in the chaos and disruption her father has begun to teach her.) Her eyes drift to the little rocks along the ground, expecting them to begin shivering and trembling with her new friend’s strength.
Sabbath nods along as he explains what he’ll need, her little horn swishing through the air with each head movement. She comes to a stop in the center of Loess and turns to face him with the clearing directly behind her. “ There are rocks in the hills and clay in the soil. Maybe some old bones buried down there we could use to decorate. Whatever you think looks best, as long as it can stand strong enough to protect the visitors inside,” she explains, her face still beaming with joy and excitement. Strong enough to keep them from escaping, she doesn’t say. Strong enough to keep anyone from breaking them out.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asks with a tilt of her young head, her black forelock falling in her red face as she watches him. She’s eager to see just how he builds their prisons but she tries her best to be patient for the time being. Everyone she knows has the kind of magic you can’t quite see, like her mother’s healing or Starsin’s mind reading. But to see him build their dungeon? She imagines it will be great and perhaps terrifying at first.
Sabbath steps out of his way and stands beside him as she waits for the spectacle to begin. Maybe someday she can learn to create things rather than destroy them. (But she’s just starting to learn how to break things and she’s getting better every day. Perhaps her talents will always lie in the chaos and disruption her father has begun to teach her.) Her eyes drift to the little rocks along the ground, expecting them to begin shivering and trembling with her new friend’s strength.