4/15/2025, 9:49 PM
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SKILL : SEER ( 2 / 5 )
The stranger created space at his side and Fable settled into it easily, right at home communing with a friend she did not yet know. Her eyes tracked ahead, tracing the blossoming branches overhead; an ear was flexed in Auberon's direction as she considered his words.
Did it bear significance that she had seen it first in Northfall, where her doubts were uprooted, and then again here, within the borders of Avon's new territory? There was a magnetic and profound tug within her very soul with the thought - unusual, magical things were unfolding, but she was almost cautious, hesitant, to close her hands around the glimmering strands that whispered promise.
Her hand had been cut so often of late.
This tunnel was different from its predecessor - it did not smell of the dizzying nectar nor anything she identified as an artifact of her life before. It was not meant for her.
She had thrived within Samhain's embrace and the live thrum of magic that entered her bloodstream the moment she was beneath its crimson canopy. Her family's farm had been home but The Hand's stomping grounds had felt as though they were a part of her from the first time she visited. They were holy, sacred, hallowed; to be among them was to be as close to divinity as she could have come as demi-mortal. Perhaps this path would lead to wherever his own heart was fondest, she thought to herself.
I have seen it once before - but not here,Fable revealed.
I saw it in Northfall t' th' west, but never s'close t'Avon.
Did it bear significance that she had seen it first in Northfall, where her doubts were uprooted, and then again here, within the borders of Avon's new territory? There was a magnetic and profound tug within her very soul with the thought - unusual, magical things were unfolding, but she was almost cautious, hesitant, to close her hands around the glimmering strands that whispered promise.
Her hand had been cut so often of late.
This tunnel was different from its predecessor - it did not smell of the dizzying nectar nor anything she identified as an artifact of her life before. It was not meant for her.
It calls t'ye,Fable told him, her tone bearing a layer of knowing. She felt in her heart that this vein of magic had been reserved for the dark-robed man at her side, just as the other had been for herself and Fox. Her sight flicked, landing on him as her smile returned.
These paths lead ye elsewhere - somewhere your heart summons, I think.
She had thrived within Samhain's embrace and the live thrum of magic that entered her bloodstream the moment she was beneath its crimson canopy. Her family's farm had been home but The Hand's stomping grounds had felt as though they were a part of her from the first time she visited. They were holy, sacred, hallowed; to be among them was to be as close to divinity as she could have come as demi-mortal. Perhaps this path would lead to wherever his own heart was fondest, she thought to herself.
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