Chapter 1: Winter Everlasting - Part 1.5: Buried in Snow
"Almost sounds like a dare."
"Should I brace myself?" Mallory joked right back with as playful a smirk as one could manage while covered in viscera. A matter she set about remedying with several gestures across her own form; wherever her palm crossed, a swath of gore, snow, and dirt was supernaturally purged to leave a perfectly clean line in its wake. She continued to tidy herself bit by bit until all was well again even while Rhydd offered his appraisal, and gestured to give him the same cleaning if he'd linger for it.
Rhydd's summary and impressions brought a somewhat rueful smile; either he was off the mark or Mallory simply didn't agree with his views from the look on her face. Though flattery seemed to soften her manner by the end and she offered a self-depricating laugh. "I would say that you and Trolls share a limited vision." she gently teased. She'd been the one to ask, after all, so there was no ire to be heard even if she disagreed with the review. Mallory dipped to scoop up the bundled rolls of hide onto one shoulder and the frosted-over jarred heart under her other arm. She gestured for her companion to help with the casks of blood and satchels of varied bits, if he would, as they needed to return sooner than later to catch their wagon out of town. Once all was ready, she set off to lead the way through the snow-laden streets.
"I assure you I'm quite comfortable with others and was very happy." she recounted as they went along. "I come from a merchant family; my grandparents, my parents, and all my siblings alike hold the trade just as I do. My father has spent his life working for our sake and was so proud that we each held to the family trade... he would exhaust his peers boasting about me and my siblings. When I first showed capacity for magic as a child, he was so excited I thought he'd burst! He'd spare no expense and practically buried me in tutors, lessons, and books in order to see me thrive. It was just the same for my siblings as well; he embraced our skills and passions with such joy..."
Her one good eye lifted to the cloudy sky as she walked along, momentarily lost in thought and memory. "I was very confident in myself and my abilities, you know. My family built our enterprise through hard work and dedication, were granted our rank of nobility because of our accomplishments, and with my visions I helped to catapult us into greater influence. We did it all together and helped so many others in the process." There was longing in her voice; wistful pride and a fleeting happiness that escaped with her breath as she sighed bitterly. "And then I ruined everything. I misinterpreted my visions and it caused a disaster... and another, and another, and it all just spiraled away from me. All the good my family had, all we'd built for those who relied on us; ruined, just like that. I've hurt so many people because of my failures. Now my siblings are scattered to the winds trying to fix my mess, my parents remain in Neverwinter fending off the vultures, and I'm stuck here trying to do something... anything... to set things right again."
It was a lot to take in, but at no point had Mallory ever seemed like the sort who belonged in as rough and strange a place as Ten-Towns. She didn't belong there, nor did she want to be there at all, but desperate circumstances demanded desperate action. After a time the young noblewoman eased the clench of her jaw and sighed out once more, then gave Rhydd a miserable glance. "You give me far too much credit, Mister Maldhon. I wish I was the naive yearling you paint me as; it would be a far cry better than the truth."