4/9/2025, 8:36 PM
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SKILL : HUNTER ( 1 / 5 )
This world could not have another of her children.
Already, it had plucked three of Fable's children from her and, when her summons for Illithya were not returned, the worry set in much faster than it previously had. The tug of maternal concern was not lulled this time - she paid it heed and she immediately began searching for her wayward daughter, disallowing a trail to potentially go cold.
Her tracking skills remained middling, but she fared decently. She left her remaining daughters under the watchful eye of her mother as she pursued the trail. It was not ideal, of course, but she could not be in two places at once and it was urgent that she located the darkest coated of her daughters in the light of day before certain peril found her first.
The trail grew in intensity as she neared the area she felt her daughter might be, though it was farther than she was comfortable with her straying. When (not if) she found her, Fable placed a pin in the topic of reiterating the need to be conscious of staying within the Meadows' embrace unless with an adult - and informing her of where she went.
Distantly, there was a note of bear and the recognition churned in Fable's stomach like a spoiled meal. The scene of Gamma torn asunder was as fresh in her mind as the day she found her and, although the scent of blood was manufactured from the memory and not tangibly present, it served to set her nerves alight with urgency.
She had to find her.
Already, it had plucked three of Fable's children from her and, when her summons for Illithya were not returned, the worry set in much faster than it previously had. The tug of maternal concern was not lulled this time - she paid it heed and she immediately began searching for her wayward daughter, disallowing a trail to potentially go cold.
Her tracking skills remained middling, but she fared decently. She left her remaining daughters under the watchful eye of her mother as she pursued the trail. It was not ideal, of course, but she could not be in two places at once and it was urgent that she located the darkest coated of her daughters in the light of day before certain peril found her first.
The trail grew in intensity as she neared the area she felt her daughter might be, though it was farther than she was comfortable with her straying. When (not if) she found her, Fable placed a pin in the topic of reiterating the need to be conscious of staying within the Meadows' embrace unless with an adult - and informing her of where she went.
Distantly, there was a note of bear and the recognition churned in Fable's stomach like a spoiled meal. The scene of Gamma torn asunder was as fresh in her mind as the day she found her and, although the scent of blood was manufactured from the memory and not tangibly present, it served to set her nerves alight with urgency.
Illithya?she called out when she raised her head from the grass, unable to keep the thrum of concern from her voice. Her green eyes scanned the terrain, her brows knit as she attempted to will her heart to steady.
She had to find her.
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