4/21/2026, 6:42 PM
The risk of the world ending had passed.
Somehow, Fable had survived; as she saw the wraiths converging on the tree, she couldn't help but wonder if it would be her final stand. She was no accomplished fighter like some of her siblings and her father; even Epona was more capable in a fight, having magic a lifetime ago that could venture into tactical territory.
Fable, more lover than fighter, could only see the threads of fate and kindle growth in plants. Unless someone had a very severe allergy to grass, her abilities left one wanting for offensive might.
It came as no surprise to herself that she managed to wind up injured for her effort. Her left hind leg pulsed with pain in time with her heartbeat, the heat collected there clueing her into the inflammation she knew she'd see if she dared glance at it. So long as she didn't look at it, she could feign not knowing she sustained anything at all.
Her limp was a visual cue she was incapable of smothering entirely, especially with every step she took back toward home.
The procession to the Embrace was cut short, however, as a howl sounded - it was not requesting her, but she was close to whomever was summoning an audience. Fable angled her body in that direction, all but forgetting her own injury when the tang of blood grew closer with each stride.
It seemed some other soul had been seen the same misfortune as she, and she would not leave them waiting for long.
Fable's eyes widened when she rounded a copse of evergreens and she recognized the source of the call: Eabha.
Somehow, Fable had survived; as she saw the wraiths converging on the tree, she couldn't help but wonder if it would be her final stand. She was no accomplished fighter like some of her siblings and her father; even Epona was more capable in a fight, having magic a lifetime ago that could venture into tactical territory.
Fable, more lover than fighter, could only see the threads of fate and kindle growth in plants. Unless someone had a very severe allergy to grass, her abilities left one wanting for offensive might.
It came as no surprise to herself that she managed to wind up injured for her effort. Her left hind leg pulsed with pain in time with her heartbeat, the heat collected there clueing her into the inflammation she knew she'd see if she dared glance at it. So long as she didn't look at it, she could feign not knowing she sustained anything at all.
Her limp was a visual cue she was incapable of smothering entirely, especially with every step she took back toward home.
The procession to the Embrace was cut short, however, as a howl sounded - it was not requesting her, but she was close to whomever was summoning an audience. Fable angled her body in that direction, all but forgetting her own injury when the tang of blood grew closer with each stride.
It seemed some other soul had been seen the same misfortune as she, and she would not leave them waiting for long.
Fable's eyes widened when she rounded a copse of evergreens and she recognized the source of the call: Eabha.
Eabha!she called ahead, quickening her stride and tensing against the pain that followed. She couldn't slow down now.
Are ye okay?
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