Mina Cinder Tongues: Partial Failure
Mina Cinder vs Encounter: Exceptional Success
Max stopped talking mid-sentence and Mina turned to frown at him, curious to see why he paused. She heard the interjoining door open, but hadn’t thought anything of it until she caught Max’s look. Turning as well, Mina inhaled sharply and braced herself against the seat when she met one of the heads staring right at her. Like an amphora full of wine jostled so some of the rich red vintage spilt over the lip, Mina shuddered as cold recollection splashed her in the face. For a bitter heartbeat, she was no longer sitting on a train, but in the cavernous depths of the Underworld.
Imposing black gates barred the way deeper and she and Cerberus watched the pass. Though it wasn’t really Mina and it wasn’t really her memory, it felt as gauzy as any other. Recognition glittered in those black and soulful eyes and Mina knew the hound recognized her. Or more likely, saw the Furie through her pale disguise. Mina swallowed, anxious for what may happen next, and then Max spoke to the three-headed dog.
She snapped her head back to stare at him, then returned her uneasy gaze to the hound. “You can see him too.” She mumbled through clenched teeth, trying to be quiet, and incredulous to hear Max call Cerberus, the hound of Hades, a good doggie. What struck her a moment later was that Max was right; her trusty guard dog was hunting.
“Or someone.” Mina breathed aloud, putting the pieces together and completing Max’s thought. On any other day she could have just asked, but the words weren’t coming. The splattering of wine from the amphora had dried and left only a stain in her mind. Mina could read the outline and form the shape of it, but nothing more. Not knowing what else to say and grinning dumbly, she followed suit. “Find!” She encouraged with an inflection more fitting of a toy dog searching for treats.
The canine head that transfixed her snuffled a low bark, sonorous in the tight confines of the train car. And with that, Cerberus padded down the aisle, following the scent. Mina watched it pass and then turned to Max. “We need to get out of here.” She blurted, not thinking to how they would depart a moving train.
Cerberus Luck 2/4
Mina Cinder vs Encounter: Exceptional Success
Max stopped talking mid-sentence and Mina turned to frown at him, curious to see why he paused. She heard the interjoining door open, but hadn’t thought anything of it until she caught Max’s look. Turning as well, Mina inhaled sharply and braced herself against the seat when she met one of the heads staring right at her. Like an amphora full of wine jostled so some of the rich red vintage spilt over the lip, Mina shuddered as cold recollection splashed her in the face. For a bitter heartbeat, she was no longer sitting on a train, but in the cavernous depths of the Underworld.
Imposing black gates barred the way deeper and she and Cerberus watched the pass. Though it wasn’t really Mina and it wasn’t really her memory, it felt as gauzy as any other. Recognition glittered in those black and soulful eyes and Mina knew the hound recognized her. Or more likely, saw the Furie through her pale disguise. Mina swallowed, anxious for what may happen next, and then Max spoke to the three-headed dog.
She snapped her head back to stare at him, then returned her uneasy gaze to the hound. “You can see him too.” She mumbled through clenched teeth, trying to be quiet, and incredulous to hear Max call Cerberus, the hound of Hades, a good doggie. What struck her a moment later was that Max was right; her trusty guard dog was hunting.
“Or someone.” Mina breathed aloud, putting the pieces together and completing Max’s thought. On any other day she could have just asked, but the words weren’t coming. The splattering of wine from the amphora had dried and left only a stain in her mind. Mina could read the outline and form the shape of it, but nothing more. Not knowing what else to say and grinning dumbly, she followed suit. “Find!” She encouraged with an inflection more fitting of a toy dog searching for treats.
The canine head that transfixed her snuffled a low bark, sonorous in the tight confines of the train car. And with that, Cerberus padded down the aisle, following the scent. Mina watched it pass and then turned to Max. “We need to get out of here.” She blurted, not thinking to how they would depart a moving train.
Cerberus Luck 2/4