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It seemed ironic that Fox was searching for his new homestead when he stumbled upon his namesake - a harbinger of certain death if he hadn't been aware of what they were. They could have spelled doom for any of them, had they gone unnoticed. Fortunately, the Apotheca knew what he was looking at, and Fable was reminded of her gratitude for his presence. Avon was small and its parts were of great value individually; together, they had harnessed a sort of synergy that worked like a heartbeat, fueling the land they were settling by distributing their skillsets and natures where they were best suited.
The downturn of her lips lifted when Fox remarked the folk tale was not unlike those he and his siblings had been treated to. It seemed some things did not change so much between worlds.
He returned her jest with his own and her toothy grin cracked the stern facade she attempted to hang onto. It all but shattered, but she tried in vain anyways, evidenced in the dimple of her brows.
The easy flirtation they often landed on was seamless, and her grin dialed back into a crooked smile, brows raised.
She listened to his plan - sobering as her gaze lingering on the delightfully colored blooms. Fable attempted to find flaws in his method of eradicating them - not because she did not trust his idea, but because she knew the stakes with which they played. In this world, her access to anti-toxins was greatly limited. There were no magicked tonics she could pull from their reserves to rewind the effects of the flowers. Mishandling them was dire and would carry remarkably permanent consequences.
His plan could work, she decided.
Fable's sight pulled to him, her expression gentled from its rumination, now closer to something more vulnerable.
Aye, their sweet hearts will get them in trouble one day, but I do not wish it t'be over these,Fable agreed with the hint of a frown. It seemed both wrong and right to uproot them - she knew it must be done, the risks were too great to allow them to proliferate further.
The downturn of her lips lifted when Fox remarked the folk tale was not unlike those he and his siblings had been treated to. It seemed some things did not change so much between worlds.
M'mathair would tell us stories, too,Fable recalled.
She read them from a book, but sometimes she just knew them.The ones she made up on the fly had sometimes been the best - the children hadn't known what she was doing, too riveted by a story shaped to interest them or teach them something without lecturing. It was something she hoped she had picked up from her - one of many traits.
He returned her jest with his own and her toothy grin cracked the stern facade she attempted to hang onto. It all but shattered, but she tried in vain anyways, evidenced in the dimple of her brows.
Such insubordination, Mister Fox,Fable succeeded in only half-huffing, an edge of giggling cutting through unbidden. She realized her farce was all but lost, but she did not surrender yet.
The easy flirtation they often landed on was seamless, and her grin dialed back into a crooked smile, brows raised.
Is that so?Fable queried.
Turnin' t' a life o' crime, are ye?She hummed, clucking her tongue as she whisked ahead of him, coming to a pause just before the rift of foxgloves. The dreamer tilted her head to look back at him from one side as she added,
It wouldn't be good if I just let lawlessness run amok, would it?
She listened to his plan - sobering as her gaze lingering on the delightfully colored blooms. Fable attempted to find flaws in his method of eradicating them - not because she did not trust his idea, but because she knew the stakes with which they played. In this world, her access to anti-toxins was greatly limited. There were no magicked tonics she could pull from their reserves to rewind the effects of the flowers. Mishandling them was dire and would carry remarkably permanent consequences.
His plan could work, she decided.
Fable's sight pulled to him, her expression gentled from its rumination, now closer to something more vulnerable.
Do ye think that will work? I don't want ye takin' any more risks than ye must,she cautioned.
I can't lose ye.A too was unspoken, but lingered in the air after her words. She was not interested in losing her closest friend and confidant - if they had no means to safely remove the flowers currently, they would have to find something else.
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