#young!mari

"What are you looking for?” Mari startles Wilfre. She might’ve giggled if his gaze hadn’t snapped to hers so harshly.

Then, he smiles, the cold gone from his eyes. Her laughter escapes nervously.

“You’re here lots,” Mari continues. “Do you ask the Creator for things? Do They talk to you?” Wilfre comes closer, and he looks around Creation Hall as he ruffles her hair absently.

“Not yet,” he says. “What do you think They feel like, watching us?”

Mari shrinks slightly as Wilfre waits for her answer, towering over her, hand in her hair.

“Loving?” she whispers. Wilfre hms.