3/31/2025, 6:45 PM
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One ear twisted at the emergence of a voice - its notes laced with the sort of furtiveness that lay within her own heart. It bore only a name, but the quality was the same - its owner searched, prayed, perhaps even bargained for the presence of another.
She was always quick and content to greet others, but it was especially keen now - if she could not find her own charges, perhaps she could point them in the way of theirs. There was no need for two sundered hearts, if she could help it.
Fable turned her head in earnest, ears pricked as green eyes sought the source. She shifted her paws to track in the voice's direction and, before long, his dusky form stood out among the pale grasses. He was a stranger, but she felt no fear or hesitation in approaching. Her countenance and carriage was soft, open - there was no malice to line her frame as she closed the distance between her and the Meadows' latest guest.
So many had found their ways into her meadow and Fable couldn't help but think it was by design, a byproduct of fate's deft hands. Just as so much was upended, new life had found root.
Perhaps there was life left within Avon's veins yet.
If he was injured, she would do her best to stabilize him, even amid her limited herb stores.
She was always quick and content to greet others, but it was especially keen now - if she could not find her own charges, perhaps she could point them in the way of theirs. There was no need for two sundered hearts, if she could help it.
Fable turned her head in earnest, ears pricked as green eyes sought the source. She shifted her paws to track in the voice's direction and, before long, his dusky form stood out among the pale grasses. He was a stranger, but she felt no fear or hesitation in approaching. Her countenance and carriage was soft, open - there was no malice to line her frame as she closed the distance between her and the Meadows' latest guest.
So many had found their ways into her meadow and Fable couldn't help but think it was by design, a byproduct of fate's deft hands. Just as so much was upended, new life had found root.
Perhaps there was life left within Avon's veins yet.
Hello,she called to the figure as she neared, her tail swaying amicably.
Are ye well, friend?
If he was injured, she would do her best to stabilize him, even amid her limited herb stores.
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