1/4/2025, 7:24 PM
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Skill: --- (1/5)
It seemed that few moments of her life were now spent alone. Every action required company in the form of children, even if it was Fable taking a moment to relieve herself.
No one peed alone, it seemed - there always had to be a supervisor.
Today was no exception. As Fable made the rounds at the northern edge of the border, she had a companion in the form of Aisling, who she had already had to carry part of the way when her tiny legs got tired. It was not exactly convenient, but taking her on excursions seemed to curb some of her adventurous spirit and ensured she slept soundly at night - a tired pup was a well-behaved pup, she was learning.
It wasn't entirely different from human children in that way.
When she heard the unfamiliar call, she paused to discern its location. It seemed to come from Dawnbreak's side and a knot of worry wove itself into her stomach. Had something happened? The call did not sound urgent, but she immediately angled her body toward its origin all the same.
She already knew it belonged to a voice she did not know, but she immediately recognized the face when Isaiah's dark form drew into view. Fable placed him as one of Archon's younger brothers, but his name eluded her. The dreamer recalled seeing him in passing when she and Archon had visited in the wake of Olive's death and, given his youthful appearance, she wondered how he was faring.
No one deserved to be so young and endure such loss and heartache.
A welcoming smile pooled across her muzzle as she approached him, tail set in a sociable sway.
No one peed alone, it seemed - there always had to be a supervisor.
Today was no exception. As Fable made the rounds at the northern edge of the border, she had a companion in the form of Aisling, who she had already had to carry part of the way when her tiny legs got tired. It was not exactly convenient, but taking her on excursions seemed to curb some of her adventurous spirit and ensured she slept soundly at night - a tired pup was a well-behaved pup, she was learning.
It wasn't entirely different from human children in that way.
When she heard the unfamiliar call, she paused to discern its location. It seemed to come from Dawnbreak's side and a knot of worry wove itself into her stomach. Had something happened? The call did not sound urgent, but she immediately angled her body toward its origin all the same.
She already knew it belonged to a voice she did not know, but she immediately recognized the face when Isaiah's dark form drew into view. Fable placed him as one of Archon's younger brothers, but his name eluded her. The dreamer recalled seeing him in passing when she and Archon had visited in the wake of Olive's death and, given his youthful appearance, she wondered how he was faring.
No one deserved to be so young and endure such loss and heartache.
A welcoming smile pooled across her muzzle as she approached him, tail set in a sociable sway.
Dia duit,Fable greeted him, glancing from him and to the doe he had taken down. She was not bold enough to presume it was for them, though Aisling had already bounded past her mother's stalled paws to sniff inquisitively at the fallen beast with her tail abuzz.
Ye are Archon's brother - I regret we haven't spoken before.
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