2/6/2025, 11:45 PM
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SKILL : HUNTER ( 1 / 5 )
The noon sun rode high overhead as Fable parsed the ambient scents around her. She had been hunting for hours, but the cold had bade much of the meadow's residents away in search of warmer locales. If she were being honest, she wished she were one of them - she bore tousled and thick fur, but she was one of the sun's creatures. Sun child that she was, she preferred when snow and ice was kept to a minimum.
Everything felt so sad in winter, and this rotation of the season was particularly trying. She had endured so much loss - already, Fable had visited Gamma's grave to tell her of the trek to the north and the magical tree tunnel she explored with Foxglove before she began her hunt in earnest. The dreamer thought her little star would have enjoyed the flower tunnel and the beautiful scenery it afforded them, too.
Hunting gave her an outlet for the lingering grief that surrounded her, even if it was a task she was lousy at. She would get no better if she did not practice, however, and her children's survival hinged on her ability to provide for them if all other resources were depleted. Fable had to expand her skillset into what was needed from her, for her daughters' lives were her priority first and foremost.
Among the stale tracks of deer and hares, something she had scented before reached her. It was the floral and sugary sweet notes that heralded the appearance of the tree tunnel back at Northfall's border and Fable's head lifted to surveille her surroundings. Past a grouping of skeletal trees robbed of their foliage by winter, she detected the presence of the familiar cherry blossoms.
She wasted no time in bounding in its direction, her springy steps slowing as she drifted underneath the rain of pink petals. Green eyes swept across her surroundings, unable to miss the dark-cloaked shape that followed the trail ahead of her. Fable picked up her pace to catch up to the stranger, her posture softened into one of friendly demeanor.
Everything felt so sad in winter, and this rotation of the season was particularly trying. She had endured so much loss - already, Fable had visited Gamma's grave to tell her of the trek to the north and the magical tree tunnel she explored with Foxglove before she began her hunt in earnest. The dreamer thought her little star would have enjoyed the flower tunnel and the beautiful scenery it afforded them, too.
Hunting gave her an outlet for the lingering grief that surrounded her, even if it was a task she was lousy at. She would get no better if she did not practice, however, and her children's survival hinged on her ability to provide for them if all other resources were depleted. Fable had to expand her skillset into what was needed from her, for her daughters' lives were her priority first and foremost.
Among the stale tracks of deer and hares, something she had scented before reached her. It was the floral and sugary sweet notes that heralded the appearance of the tree tunnel back at Northfall's border and Fable's head lifted to surveille her surroundings. Past a grouping of skeletal trees robbed of their foliage by winter, she detected the presence of the familiar cherry blossoms.
She wasted no time in bounding in its direction, her springy steps slowing as she drifted underneath the rain of pink petals. Green eyes swept across her surroundings, unable to miss the dark-cloaked shape that followed the trail ahead of her. Fable picked up her pace to catch up to the stranger, her posture softened into one of friendly demeanor.
Have ye been in one o' these before?Fable queried by way of greeting as she fell into step at the man's side.
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