![[Image: butterfly.png]](https://i.ibb.co/8M4XGqJ/butterfly.png)
Skill: Heartbroken (1/5)
She didn't want to greet the day, too exhausted from all that transpired the previous one. As morning light streamed in from the mouth of her and Archon's den, Fable coiled tighter into herself, blocking it out. It was unwelcome, unbidden, unwanted - a reminder that the world kept turning in spite of her, as though her - their - loss did not matter. Birds still sang, the sun still burned, bees still bumbled along to visit brightly colored flowers.
For once, Fable struggled to see the beauty in it, and so she bade it away. The woman had always known nature to be ruthless in its determination to persist, but she had never been at the receiving end of its recourse until now. She sank into a slumber for hours, long after she normally would have risen. Morning drifted into afternoon, and the afternoon had deepened into near-evening before the blush-toned woman appeared from the den.
Fable felt aimless as she wandered beneath the dimming sunlight. Usually, there was a sense of purpose - re-establishing borders, hunting, checking on others - but she couldn't dredge any of them to the surface. She simply... existed. Her unfocused drifting led her to the border, where she followed the only sort of guidance she could find in the form of scent markers.
![[Image: Viv_FableFB.gif]](https://sig.grumpybumpers.com/host/Viv_FableFB.gif)
