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SKILL : SEER ( 1 / 5 )
She did not travel so far, typically.
The idea of putting space, let alone days' worth, between herself and her three remaining children was something she struggled to swallow. However, Fable knew it was something she would have to confront one day - the girls could elect to leave when they reached adulthood, seeking to cut their teeth on the world of their own making, or maybe they would even find someone whose heart spoke to their own and they would lead them away from their warm and welcoming nest. Away from her.
But today, it was not them leaving, but herself. She was browsing the nearby territories to survey the damage left behind by the encroaching maladies - Elysium's water had gone bad, evidenced by both the young couple whose children were born on her soil and the burned wolf she found at Howling River. Shiloh, too, had told her about runes and it stirred a thought within the depths of her mind; there were the strange standing stones in Druid's Rise, and although it was a few days' travel from the Meadows, she wanted to visit them. Perhaps there would be answers or some sign of something she could decipher - and if not herself, perhaps her mother. Epona spoke the language of magic more fluently than she could, but she knew in her heart she needed to at least try before the darkness threatening Mythris descended on her own territory and affected those closest to her.
She could not ask Epona to travel with her, nor the children - it was too dangerous. If some harm were to befall her, there were many within Avon who would swoop in to bolster them just as she would have. A part of Fable insisted that, among them all, she was perhaps one of the more disposable. She felt she had done a fair hand at uniting everyone beneath the Kingdom's banner, but her skillset as a wolf served them all little.
If a few days away from home could offer her solace or warning, she would gladly take it - even with the risk to herself.
She had not anticipated the fog, however.
It descended like a thick and rolling quilt, heavy in her nose and lungs as she navigated its abyss. She could see almost nothing and no scents carried to her, washed away by the pale shroud's humidity. For all intents and purposes, Fable was blind and explored the world by touch. Her paws were the only sense that signaled the change in terrain, the passage of territories. The colorful forest was well at her back and now she was somewhere open, a meadow - could it be the meadow southwest of the Glade? They had passed through on their way to the Blushed Meadows, but she could tell nothing concrete while blindfolded.
All the same, she furtively scanned her surroundings in search of a sign of anything, rune or otherwise. It was then a voice reached her and she halted, standing stock-still.
The idea of putting space, let alone days' worth, between herself and her three remaining children was something she struggled to swallow. However, Fable knew it was something she would have to confront one day - the girls could elect to leave when they reached adulthood, seeking to cut their teeth on the world of their own making, or maybe they would even find someone whose heart spoke to their own and they would lead them away from their warm and welcoming nest. Away from her.
But today, it was not them leaving, but herself. She was browsing the nearby territories to survey the damage left behind by the encroaching maladies - Elysium's water had gone bad, evidenced by both the young couple whose children were born on her soil and the burned wolf she found at Howling River. Shiloh, too, had told her about runes and it stirred a thought within the depths of her mind; there were the strange standing stones in Druid's Rise, and although it was a few days' travel from the Meadows, she wanted to visit them. Perhaps there would be answers or some sign of something she could decipher - and if not herself, perhaps her mother. Epona spoke the language of magic more fluently than she could, but she knew in her heart she needed to at least try before the darkness threatening Mythris descended on her own territory and affected those closest to her.
She could not ask Epona to travel with her, nor the children - it was too dangerous. If some harm were to befall her, there were many within Avon who would swoop in to bolster them just as she would have. A part of Fable insisted that, among them all, she was perhaps one of the more disposable. She felt she had done a fair hand at uniting everyone beneath the Kingdom's banner, but her skillset as a wolf served them all little.
If a few days away from home could offer her solace or warning, she would gladly take it - even with the risk to herself.
She had not anticipated the fog, however.
It descended like a thick and rolling quilt, heavy in her nose and lungs as she navigated its abyss. She could see almost nothing and no scents carried to her, washed away by the pale shroud's humidity. For all intents and purposes, Fable was blind and explored the world by touch. Her paws were the only sense that signaled the change in terrain, the passage of territories. The colorful forest was well at her back and now she was somewhere open, a meadow - could it be the meadow southwest of the Glade? They had passed through on their way to the Blushed Meadows, but she could tell nothing concrete while blindfolded.
All the same, she furtively scanned her surroundings in search of a sign of anything, rune or otherwise. It was then a voice reached her and she halted, standing stock-still.
Who's there?she called out, maintaining her space. Fable's eyes trained in the direction the distant - or had it only been hushed? - voice came from, or at least the direction she thought it originated from.
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