4/27/2025, 8:58 PM
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Spring was evidenced across the Meadows, surging in with rifts of blushed grasses and other native greenery. Although there was much to do to get their new garden in functional order now that the world warmed, Fable's time remained divided between motherhood and tending to the pack's newest member, Sparrow, and the Elysium couple along with their brood.
She did not begrudge these "diversions" the attention they commanded, however, as they were purposes. It was ordained by the will of the gods, perhaps even the fae, that those in need of refuge found it within Avon and Fable was duty-bound to see to it that they received it as Matriarch.
It was upon her return from the den containing the stowed away Sparrow that Fox's voice rang out in the shape in her name. Her ears pressed forward and her paws changed course immediately without a singular conscious thought of her own. Wherever she was needed, that was where she would be.
She did not have to ask for the reason of her summons when she caught sight of the bright blooms before him - foxgloves, funnily enough. Her stride slowed until she stood at his flank, surveying the purple and very deadly strings of bells.
Lore suggested they were the resting place of fae, but regardless of the spiritual thoughts regarding them, the toxicological reasoning was enough to make her cautious about them being so close to more benign flowers that might lure in unsuspecting children... Particularly Aisling and Illithya.
She did not begrudge these "diversions" the attention they commanded, however, as they were purposes. It was ordained by the will of the gods, perhaps even the fae, that those in need of refuge found it within Avon and Fable was duty-bound to see to it that they received it as Matriarch.
It was upon her return from the den containing the stowed away Sparrow that Fox's voice rang out in the shape in her name. Her ears pressed forward and her paws changed course immediately without a singular conscious thought of her own. Wherever she was needed, that was where she would be.
She did not have to ask for the reason of her summons when she caught sight of the bright blooms before him - foxgloves, funnily enough. Her stride slowed until she stood at his flank, surveying the purple and very deadly strings of bells.
Lore suggested they were the resting place of fae, but regardless of the spiritual thoughts regarding them, the toxicological reasoning was enough to make her cautious about them being so close to more benign flowers that might lure in unsuspecting children... Particularly Aisling and Illithya.
I see ye found some pretty poison,Fable observed, casting her gaze to Fox. She was grateful he found it before the children did, her own and her youngest sibling included.
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