Some Look for Trouble

Mariah had stood at the precipice of the drop-off for some time observing life as it happened in the bottom of the valley. She had reached the point where she wanted to avoid traveling any lower- it was far easier traveling downhill than it was climbing back to the top. However, she was met with an entirely different reason to stay put- she noticed another girl. The stranger was difficult to see in the beginning- it was the movement she noticed. Her coat was pristine white- difficult to sort out from the snow. But the patches of black consuming her face and tail were what she noticed in the end. Mariah remained silent as the distance was closed between them. At some point, she saw the recognition illuminate the other girl’s features- though her stride never faltered, nor showed any indication of surprise. The monochromatic fae approached her with confidence- something she attempted to immolate herself- though her experiences with interactions outside her pack mates were few and far between.

Mariah flicked her ears in acknowledgment of the feminine voice- something not quite mocking, but a blatant observation of a feature of herself that she resented very much. She narrowed her eyes for a moment, before offering a grin. “Well, here’s hoping for the alternative.” She answered with an exuberant tone to her dismissal. Then she thought for a moment, before tacking more on to her response. “Or is that what you want to happen? In which case, I wouldn’t want to deny you the pleasure.” Her voice as facetious as she could make it.

She wouldn’t look behind her, but she couldn’t help thinking of Malico at the moment, wondering how far away he was in the event that she needed him.

"Mariah Mendacium"