The Fool

The girl listened intently, deeply invested in the subject of conversation. She’d betray no emotion
on her pale face, but her eyes were fixed and her ears only pointed in the boy’s direction. Every
time he’d list a new landmark however, a panicked feeling built in her chest and forced a slight
furrowing of pale brows. Sybil had asked, Ricin had answered, but even with his thorough
explanation she felt more lost than she’d ever been. Where. Was. She.

She bit down the rising anxiety, instead focusing on absorbing the information like a white little
sponge. Her gaze followed everywhere to blue boy pointed. She turned back to the crypt briefly,
not wanting to the place anymore of her attention. It stunk to high heaven of rot, she wondered
if she’d every get the stench out of her nose and off her coat. Maybe a freezing cold bath was in
order.

She turned to the mountain next, Fenrir’s Maw, longer this time. The behemoth towered above
the both of them, solemn and ever present. The girl felt a flicker of excitement, a part of her
eager to explore it’s harsh faces and paths, something that’d be harder to get away with
under the watchful gaze of her mother. She made a mental note to return to it eventually.

The plains to the south-west did less to interest her, but the mention of packs piqued her interest.
This land certainly wasn’t uninhabited. The fiery sentinel to the distant east was certainly a
strange place to live. She wondered what kind of wolves would live there, amongst hot and
angry earth, lava oozing like blood from a wound.

All these landmarks, and she still had not a single clue where she had ended up.

The other yearling settled back into his seat, looking to her for a response. She didn’t want to betray
how out of her depth she was, but she wouldn’t lie just yet, she wouldn’t know what grave she’d be
digging herself. She tactfully changed the subject, avoiding the question. “Uhm, the packs, what are
the packs here like?” She faltered in her words a bit, something that was incredibly rare for her.
She’d speak clearly or wouldn’t speak at all. Hopefully the boy wouldn’t pick up on this detail though.

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