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Her ears twitched at the strange words - dead? Fable's brain ticked away at why he would say such a thing, but the words settled sourly in her gut; it seemed like something one would not simply say for no reason... but she was reluctant to pry with her young daughter's ears within range of the conversation.
She would have to ask Shiloh later if all was well in Dawnbreak. He would know better than she, given he spent a chunk of the summer with them. Perhaps they had seen great loss, and it was a statement made out of relief?
Whatever the case, she would find out - just not right this moment.
The dreamer pretended she hadn't heard, her expression unfazed by her thoughts.
It was something she harbored some guilt about. If she had never met Archon here, would he and his family have been happier and more cohesive? She supposed some of the distance driven between them had existed even before she arrived, but she would do what she could to help them bridge their differences. After all, she had uprooted herself - while pregnant - to come back to the Meadows just south of the Vale. If that didn't prove her commitment, then she wasn't sure what would.
Her sight lowered to the deer at his paws before rising once more, a smile pooling across her muzzle.
Isaiah's attention moved to Aisling and, before Fable could introduce her, her young daughter did the honors herself.
Asslin, she said her name was.
Asslin.
Fable could feel her stomach flip in embarrassment, her face heating as it simultaneously felt like all the blood drained from her body. Oh no.
She bent her neck forward, her muzzle lowered to Aisling's ear, to remind her in a whisper,
The only sign Aisling gave her that she listened to a word she said was a rumple of her brow, as if confused about why she was being corrected. To her horror, Aisling repeated Asslin - this time louder and with greater pride.
A sigh, heavier than she intended, pressed past her lips. Fable straightened her frame, a forced smile across her muzzle as she looked to Isaiah, praying he didn't think she had named her child Asslin.
She would have to ask Shiloh later if all was well in Dawnbreak. He would know better than she, given he spent a chunk of the summer with them. Perhaps they had seen great loss, and it was a statement made out of relief?
Whatever the case, she would find out - just not right this moment.
The dreamer pretended she hadn't heard, her expression unfazed by her thoughts.
It's nice t'finally put a name t'your face,Fable offered, her tail swaying at her heels.
Though I'm sorry it has taken this long - our territories were so far apart.
It was something she harbored some guilt about. If she had never met Archon here, would he and his family have been happier and more cohesive? She supposed some of the distance driven between them had existed even before she arrived, but she would do what she could to help them bridge their differences. After all, she had uprooted herself - while pregnant - to come back to the Meadows just south of the Vale. If that didn't prove her commitment, then she wasn't sure what would.
Her sight lowered to the deer at his paws before rising once more, a smile pooling across her muzzle.
Ye have m'thanks - it can be hard t' get out an' hunt with th' wee ones underfoot,she admitted, her voice warm with first praise and then affection as she referred to her daughters. Sometimes, the role of mother was a daunting task, but it was always a worthy one.
Ye must be a strong hunter t'bring one o' those down on your own.
Isaiah's attention moved to Aisling and, before Fable could introduce her, her young daughter did the honors herself.
Asslin, she said her name was.
Asslin.
Fable could feel her stomach flip in embarrassment, her face heating as it simultaneously felt like all the blood drained from her body. Oh no.
She bent her neck forward, her muzzle lowered to Aisling's ear, to remind her in a whisper,
It's Aisling.
The only sign Aisling gave her that she listened to a word she said was a rumple of her brow, as if confused about why she was being corrected. To her horror, Aisling repeated Asslin - this time louder and with greater pride.
A sigh, heavier than she intended, pressed past her lips. Fable straightened her frame, a forced smile across her muzzle as she looked to Isaiah, praying he didn't think she had named her child Asslin.
This is your uncle, Aisling,Fable blurted out, making a point of speaking her name correctly.
He lives in your athair's home right next door t'us.
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