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Tiberii · 2/18/2026, 1:43 AM

Eidola was soft, her nervous energy radiating from the very pores of her skin. And Tiberii, in all her hulking glory, would try to temper the heat of her flame as she talked to the fae-child (but Tiberii was a tough flame to dim, even on the worst of days).

There was something inherently honest in Eidola, amidst the fear and confusion and anxiety. Something that needed to be protected. Something that, somewhere deep down, reminded Tiberii of a simpler time in her life. The way those colors flowed, dancing across her form. The brown ... edged with black. The way those eyes searched with a knowing beyond their years.

This was certainly Fable and Archon's child.

S'alright, Eidola, the bull would offer, flicking her ears forward as she tried to soften the edges of her smile. Sorry if I ... overreacted. Who? Tiberii? Never. But Tiberii would be remiss if she made Eidola lose faith in strangers for her own lack of that same faith. That ... well, that wouldn't be fair, would it?

Tiberii had been stripped of that faith at a young age.

Her gaze softened as she offered a smile. Long as ya felt safe, tha's all I meant. That lilac gaze would lift, meeting with Tiberii's simmering gold for only a second. An ache would pulse deep in Tiberii's chest as a wave of guilt washed over her. I can leave ya alone, if ya'd like. Tiberii's presence was, at best, suffocating. It was something she understood about herself.

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