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She still didn't know what she needed.
Everyday, sometimes multiple times, she would take inventory of herself and yet, with all her parts disassembled, she could not identify what was missing or in need of maintenance besides the aching void in her soul. She knew things took time, so she didn't rush herself to get back to some sort of "normal" - such a state no longer existed for her. The best she could hope for was a new normal.
A fresh chapter was as much promising as it was daunting. The pen would sit heavy in her hand as she looked to the open page in consternation, digging for a single letter to begin again. But there was nothing. She had her daughters and that helped give her some sort of purpose, and she was forever grateful for Fox's support. It seemed the universe had seen fit to return him to Avon just when she needed his friendship more than ever.
Fable had never thought of herself as someone who would have failed in a relationship so spectacularly, but in the days since she bade Archon away, she recognized that it had been unavoidable for many different reasons.
She had been inexperienced and new to such a dynamic and it drew her in like a siren's song. In her previous life, she had forbidden herself attachments of romantic types - it didn't feel right to keep others from their soulmates, to tempt them away from what was so surely their happily forever after. She played matchmaker and settled into her lot in life, finding fulfillment that didn't hinge on another person.
Perhaps she should have carried that mindset with her into Mythris.
Archon served as a lesson, written into her mind, heart, and soul. She would not forget her foolishness anytime soon - her trust, all of her, was worn. It would take time for her to rebuild, but she was in no hurry. Her top priority was the little lives she had brought into the world. She would never regret her daughters, but she did wish she had used more discerning taste and careful consideration in whose life she tied herself to.
It was a mistake she'd be shy about making twice.
When Fox offered a walk, she only felt half-bad for accepting it as she left Shiloh in command of the children. He assured her it was fine, but... she tried not to ask for his help unless she truly needed it or he offered it himself. Shiloh had a life to live, too, and she didn't want to keep him from it... especially when she noted the way he had observed Tiberii's spars.
She hadn't noticed it before, given the little basis she had for their behavior together, but she wasn't blind and she hadn't seen him look at anyone like he looked at the Shakti-Vaes.
Her thoughts tinkered with the subject as she walked at Fox's side, but his words drew a surprised chuckle from her.
Fable wasn't sure if that was just the male condition or not.
She thought of all Tiberii and her siblings had been through because of Archon. Fable couldn't forget the day back in the Glade, when the bull unleashed the emotional torment she had kept pent up for so long... She had wanted to believe Archon hadn't meant to hurt her, but it just kept happening and he left a trail of bruised feelings everywhere he went.
Whatever they chose, she would support it. But now she wondered if he hadn't had his own ulterior motives for moving to the meadows.
The dreamer's ears pressed forward as the strange scent reached her. It was enticing and warm, reminding her of something... so familiar. So very familiar. Her eyes tracked after Fox's gaze when he brought her attention to the distant cluster of blooming trees. How were they heavy with flower while the rest of the world was wrought by winter?
She trotted forward, plumy tail waving excitedly behind her haunches. The beautiful scene was a sight for sore eyes, and hers were certainly in need of relief.
Everyday, sometimes multiple times, she would take inventory of herself and yet, with all her parts disassembled, she could not identify what was missing or in need of maintenance besides the aching void in her soul. She knew things took time, so she didn't rush herself to get back to some sort of "normal" - such a state no longer existed for her. The best she could hope for was a new normal.
A fresh chapter was as much promising as it was daunting. The pen would sit heavy in her hand as she looked to the open page in consternation, digging for a single letter to begin again. But there was nothing. She had her daughters and that helped give her some sort of purpose, and she was forever grateful for Fox's support. It seemed the universe had seen fit to return him to Avon just when she needed his friendship more than ever.
Fable had never thought of herself as someone who would have failed in a relationship so spectacularly, but in the days since she bade Archon away, she recognized that it had been unavoidable for many different reasons.
She had been inexperienced and new to such a dynamic and it drew her in like a siren's song. In her previous life, she had forbidden herself attachments of romantic types - it didn't feel right to keep others from their soulmates, to tempt them away from what was so surely their happily forever after. She played matchmaker and settled into her lot in life, finding fulfillment that didn't hinge on another person.
Perhaps she should have carried that mindset with her into Mythris.
Archon served as a lesson, written into her mind, heart, and soul. She would not forget her foolishness anytime soon - her trust, all of her, was worn. It would take time for her to rebuild, but she was in no hurry. Her top priority was the little lives she had brought into the world. She would never regret her daughters, but she did wish she had used more discerning taste and careful consideration in whose life she tied herself to.
It was a mistake she'd be shy about making twice.
When Fox offered a walk, she only felt half-bad for accepting it as she left Shiloh in command of the children. He assured her it was fine, but... she tried not to ask for his help unless she truly needed it or he offered it himself. Shiloh had a life to live, too, and she didn't want to keep him from it... especially when she noted the way he had observed Tiberii's spars.
She hadn't noticed it before, given the little basis she had for their behavior together, but she wasn't blind and she hadn't seen him look at anyone like he looked at the Shakti-Vaes.
Her thoughts tinkered with the subject as she walked at Fox's side, but his words drew a surprised chuckle from her.
I was just thinkin' about that,Fable admitted.
He hasn't said anything t'me, but he's so private.Shiloh often didn't say more than what needed to be said, especially when it pertained to himself. He was the sort to stupidly hide a medical need thinking he could just walk it off until it knocked him flat on his back.
Fable wasn't sure if that was just the male condition or not.
She thought of all Tiberii and her siblings had been through because of Archon. Fable couldn't forget the day back in the Glade, when the bull unleashed the emotional torment she had kept pent up for so long... She had wanted to believe Archon hadn't meant to hurt her, but it just kept happening and he left a trail of bruised feelings everywhere he went.
I don't know if they'd be perfect or a disaster together,Fable admitted, but a smile curved her lips.
I just want both o' them t'be happy, an' I like an' respect Tiberii.
Whatever they chose, she would support it. But now she wondered if he hadn't had his own ulterior motives for moving to the meadows.
The dreamer's ears pressed forward as the strange scent reached her. It was enticing and warm, reminding her of something... so familiar. So very familiar. Her eyes tracked after Fox's gaze when he brought her attention to the distant cluster of blooming trees. How were they heavy with flower while the rest of the world was wrought by winter?
Never,Fable answered, her voice filled with wonder to match the glitter of wanderlust that shone in her eyes. When he suggested they go investigate, she was all too happy to oblige.
Ye don't need t'ask me twice!
She trotted forward, plumy tail waving excitedly behind her haunches. The beautiful scene was a sight for sore eyes, and hers were certainly in need of relief.
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