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Skill: Heartbroken (3/5)
With the turmoil writhing within her, there was not much outwardly that could trouble her - not even the intensity with which Amaranth watched her. Fable felt as though she could watch the world burn and she would not flinch, her body and soul as barren as her womb. She was a lone ship bobbing along choppy, unforgiving waters.
But the atmosphere as something seemed to resonate between the woman. A sort of kinship stirred, pain split. Amaranth's expression softened into something erring toward empathy, mirrored by her words. She conveyed an understanding and relief flooded Fable - relief that she didn't have to explain her harrowing pain and recount the painful tale. The golden wraith beckoned her and the dreamer was powerless to resist her invitation - she stepped forward to follow her to wherever Amaranth deigned to lead her.
Something in being told what to do was a crutch for Fable as her own mind idled, unable to move forward unassisted as aimlessness settled in around her. Without a voice instructing her, she likely would have continued to wander until hours had passed and darkness had long descended.
She wondered, briefly, on where she was being taken, but she trusted the High Augur. In spite of Archon's reservations about her, she had thus far been kind - they had even bonded over their extracurricular proclivities. Fable trusted her even now, as vulnerable as she was.
But the atmosphere as something seemed to resonate between the woman. A sort of kinship stirred, pain split. Amaranth's expression softened into something erring toward empathy, mirrored by her words. She conveyed an understanding and relief flooded Fable - relief that she didn't have to explain her harrowing pain and recount the painful tale. The golden wraith beckoned her and the dreamer was powerless to resist her invitation - she stepped forward to follow her to wherever Amaranth deigned to lead her.
Lead th' way,Fable consented.
Something in being told what to do was a crutch for Fable as her own mind idled, unable to move forward unassisted as aimlessness settled in around her. Without a voice instructing her, she likely would have continued to wander until hours had passed and darkness had long descended.
She wondered, briefly, on where she was being taken, but she trusted the High Augur. In spite of Archon's reservations about her, she had thus far been kind - they had even bonded over their extracurricular proclivities. Fable trusted her even now, as vulnerable as she was.
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