5/22/2025, 10:32 PM
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There was no waking up upon this plane. If there was, she was certain she would have done so herself long before now.
Her last memory of the world before had been ensconced in birdsong and mid-afternoon sunshine, wildflowers her grateful mattress as she thumbed through the book of fables she had read many times over the course of her life. She had never tired of it, but its yellowing pages were scorched into her brain even now, nearly two years after she had left the world before. It would have almost been a kindness if she were to wake up, but there would be great loss in the face of such a fate, too.
She had created a family here, in shambles though it may be, but it would open a gargantuan void if she were to awaken one day and know her daughters, friends, Fox were nothing but specters wrought from neural synapses and fancy.
Fable was grateful she had at least not crashed into Mythris' newest inhabitant, though her heart thundered with the spur of adrenaline the near-collision provided.
She armed herself with a smile she hoped came across as amicable, if placating, as she settled her weight evenly across her paws once more, lest she trip herself over them in her effort to stay upright.
A dream, he thought this was - a consideration he provided at high volume.
In all her days, she didn't think she ever recalled someone asking the healer to hurt them.
Quickly, she reined her visage in, smoothing it with a few rapid blinks.
She pressed forward a half-step, reaching her muzzle forward to tap it against his shoulder - fleeting, but real.
If it had only been her who heard the spirit, she was well aware she'd seem quite mad.
Her last memory of the world before had been ensconced in birdsong and mid-afternoon sunshine, wildflowers her grateful mattress as she thumbed through the book of fables she had read many times over the course of her life. She had never tired of it, but its yellowing pages were scorched into her brain even now, nearly two years after she had left the world before. It would have almost been a kindness if she were to wake up, but there would be great loss in the face of such a fate, too.
She had created a family here, in shambles though it may be, but it would open a gargantuan void if she were to awaken one day and know her daughters, friends, Fox were nothing but specters wrought from neural synapses and fancy.
Fable was grateful she had at least not crashed into Mythris' newest inhabitant, though her heart thundered with the spur of adrenaline the near-collision provided.
She armed herself with a smile she hoped came across as amicable, if placating, as she settled her weight evenly across her paws once more, lest she trip herself over them in her effort to stay upright.
A dream, he thought this was - a consideration he provided at high volume.
I thought that, too, at one time,Fable offered, not unkindly. Her voice was woven in soothing tones, the sort she'd harness with an ailing patient. She was taken aback when he asked her to hit him and her eyes widened with alarm she hadn't managed to mitigate before it found itself etched into her expression.
In all her days, she didn't think she ever recalled someone asking the healer to hurt them.
Quickly, she reined her visage in, smoothing it with a few rapid blinks.
Ye are awake,Fable told him, the words quiet - as though she spoke to a child frightened of the shadows slanting across their bedroom wall in the dead of night. Perhaps the two were not so different - this scared man amid the mist.
We both are - no matter if I hit ye or not... which I will not do. A healer should not be out floggin' th' populace.
She pressed forward a half-step, reaching her muzzle forward to tap it against his shoulder - fleeting, but real.
Ye are in Mythris - an' it seem th' spirits have somewhere for us t'go,Fable added as her head retreated back into her own space, gaze fastening to his.
Did ye hear it? Th' voice?
If it had only been her who heard the spirit, she was well aware she'd seem quite mad.
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