8/26/2024, 5:52 AM
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Skill: Healer (1/5)
Her return to Avon had been a whirlwind and weariness worked its hands at her very soul. Gamma was yet returned, Sycamore's condition remained critical and uncertain... but, somehow, by some sort of sheer determination, Fable remained upright.
She had just raided one of the pack's herb caches when a familiar voice rang out. Her frame froze mid-step as she pondered if she had simply misheard in the disjointed status of her mind.
But his voice had been far too clear, its notes bearing the musical quality he always seemed to have. Before she could talk herself out of it, she was headed in the direction of his summoning song.
Disbelief held her squarely within its palms as she moved uncertainly - yet hopefully. She wished to see her friend hale and hearty and in one piece... surely this day could afford her one iota of good, could it not?
Fable kept her expectations in check until she navigated the tree cover and a very familiar fox-red, black, and white frame stood just beside Avon's border. Her lips curved into a relieved smile around the bundles of herbs she carried, her paws quickening as she turned her strolling speed into one of a full-tilt sprint.
Before she could barrel into him, she stopped with a few feet between them - her lush eyes looking him over for sign of injury. He appeared to be whole, but many questions rose within her mind - where had he gone?
She carefully folded the herb bundles into her wavy nest of fur in an effort to free her tongue.
Why did you leave and why have you returned?
She could not bear any further bad news on this day - Fable did not dare breathe to life the potential that he had returned only to bid Avon farewell in a more formal manner.
She had just raided one of the pack's herb caches when a familiar voice rang out. Her frame froze mid-step as she pondered if she had simply misheard in the disjointed status of her mind.
But his voice had been far too clear, its notes bearing the musical quality he always seemed to have. Before she could talk herself out of it, she was headed in the direction of his summoning song.
Disbelief held her squarely within its palms as she moved uncertainly - yet hopefully. She wished to see her friend hale and hearty and in one piece... surely this day could afford her one iota of good, could it not?
Fable kept her expectations in check until she navigated the tree cover and a very familiar fox-red, black, and white frame stood just beside Avon's border. Her lips curved into a relieved smile around the bundles of herbs she carried, her paws quickening as she turned her strolling speed into one of a full-tilt sprint.
Before she could barrel into him, she stopped with a few feet between them - her lush eyes looking him over for sign of injury. He appeared to be whole, but many questions rose within her mind - where had he gone?
She carefully folded the herb bundles into her wavy nest of fur in an effort to free her tongue.
Fox,Fable greeted him after, her tired expression growing warm with recognition. Although there was much to fill in the gaps since last they saw one another, she could not deny that she was grateful to see him on a day that, thus far, had proven to be trying.
I am glad t'see ye again.An uncertain edge rose within her gaze as she paused for a moment, searching him with curiosity.
Where have ye been?
Why did you leave and why have you returned?
She could not bear any further bad news on this day - Fable did not dare breathe to life the potential that he had returned only to bid Avon farewell in a more formal manner.
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