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He might have fooled anyone else, but he didn't deceive her with the feeble smile he proffered.
Fable's studied him with more scrutiny, ears drawn forth and eyes hawk-like. His next words were no balm, claiming all was only as well as it could be. She supposed that was the case for most anyone as the earth rebuked them, but it remained a source of ruffling that someone dear to her was troubled and she could do little to resolve it. No herb could fix this, no medical treatment would draw away the toxins intended to eradicate. Poor Sparrow 's hide was testimony to that fact.
At best, she could try to alleviate the symptoms while the disease took its toll on the wolves of Mythris - but hopefully the Rise would bear fruit, and give her guidance at the very least. The world so often wanted to be heard... perhaps if it knew she was listening, truly listening, it would acquiesce.
Fox asked if she would be accompanied by her brother, and just as her lips parted to offer a reply, he filled the space with his commitment to go himself if Shiloh wasn't. The crease between her brows deepened, though her expression itself softened. His voice grew quiet as he pled for her to let him go, and she felt her tension slacken beneath the weight of her guilt.
To know she would have to turn down his request was an unusual punishment. It created a tangled mess within her chest, borne of so many emotions she could scarcely tell one from the next. If the roles were reversed, she would certainly do the same - they had been apart twice before, one instance of which had flung him across Mythris and forced him to wander home. Who was to say it would not be she who was sent elsewhere at the fae's deign this time? It was a risk, and she knew it was, but it was one she was willing to confront ten times over if there was even a slim chance it would provide clarity to keep her Kingdom - and her family, Fox included - safe.
It wouldn't be fair to ask him to come with her - if she so much as mentioned it in his presence, he would be saddling up to go along with her. She did not doubt that the Shakti-Vaes Pillars would allow him to accompany her, but she couldn't bring herself to lower their numbers by one for her own benefit when the world was torn asunder as it was. If something happened whilst he was gone, she couldn't forgive herself - already, he had given so much of his life for others and she would not encroach upon it further unless she absolutely must.
Her time of being a burden could not continue - too much rode upon her slender shoulders.
She knew her next words would not be satisfactory, regardless of how she delivered them, but she considered them for a quiet moment before her tongue worked itself loose.
He had proven himself time and time again. Wherever fate might take him through no choice of his own, he always returned. She never had to wonder after the authenticity of his loyalties - if building his life in Avon was not bond enough, the friendship they shared certainly seemed to be. So, she beseeched him in that moment - a plea for a plea.
Fable's studied him with more scrutiny, ears drawn forth and eyes hawk-like. His next words were no balm, claiming all was only as well as it could be. She supposed that was the case for most anyone as the earth rebuked them, but it remained a source of ruffling that someone dear to her was troubled and she could do little to resolve it. No herb could fix this, no medical treatment would draw away the toxins intended to eradicate. Poor Sparrow 's hide was testimony to that fact.
At best, she could try to alleviate the symptoms while the disease took its toll on the wolves of Mythris - but hopefully the Rise would bear fruit, and give her guidance at the very least. The world so often wanted to be heard... perhaps if it knew she was listening, truly listening, it would acquiesce.
Fox asked if she would be accompanied by her brother, and just as her lips parted to offer a reply, he filled the space with his commitment to go himself if Shiloh wasn't. The crease between her brows deepened, though her expression itself softened. His voice grew quiet as he pled for her to let him go, and she felt her tension slacken beneath the weight of her guilt.
To know she would have to turn down his request was an unusual punishment. It created a tangled mess within her chest, borne of so many emotions she could scarcely tell one from the next. If the roles were reversed, she would certainly do the same - they had been apart twice before, one instance of which had flung him across Mythris and forced him to wander home. Who was to say it would not be she who was sent elsewhere at the fae's deign this time? It was a risk, and she knew it was, but it was one she was willing to confront ten times over if there was even a slim chance it would provide clarity to keep her Kingdom - and her family, Fox included - safe.
Shiloh isn't goin' with me,Fable offered, her tone and word choice careful.
He doesn't know where I am goin' or that I even am. I can't pull him from Dawnbreak, he has a life all his own now.
It wouldn't be fair to ask him to come with her - if she so much as mentioned it in his presence, he would be saddling up to go along with her. She did not doubt that the Shakti-Vaes Pillars would allow him to accompany her, but she couldn't bring herself to lower their numbers by one for her own benefit when the world was torn asunder as it was. If something happened whilst he was gone, she couldn't forgive herself - already, he had given so much of his life for others and she would not encroach upon it further unless she absolutely must.
Her time of being a burden could not continue - too much rode upon her slender shoulders.
She knew her next words would not be satisfactory, regardless of how she delivered them, but she considered them for a quiet moment before her tongue worked itself loose.
Ye know I would never bid ye away willfully - but I need ye here,Fable finally offered, her own voice quiet but her gaze emphatic. She begged him to understand, to know she had exhausted every choice to avoid this very scenario.
I need someone I can trust t'keep m'girls safe while I'm away - m'mother can't do it all alone. There is no one I trust more than ye.
He had proven himself time and time again. Wherever fate might take him through no choice of his own, he always returned. She never had to wonder after the authenticity of his loyalties - if building his life in Avon was not bond enough, the friendship they shared certainly seemed to be. So, she beseeched him in that moment - a plea for a plea.
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