Sunbeam Lair Fabulous Fables I Bring

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As the male spoke, she remained silent, having never liked the idea of interrupting others. She was intrigued by the idea of storytelling, wondering to herself just what types of tales he might be able to spin. During her childhood, whilst she grew and learned within the Draconid Tribe, she had heard plenty of stories. Some had happy endings, others sorrowful, and then there were the occasional narratives that had never received a conclusion. Many of them had been enjoyed, but they were from a different place, a different time. Chaska, surely, knew far more than she could ever imagine, and she was curious to hear them—but at another time. For the moment, she nodded slowly, showing that she had heard him.

“What of loyalty?” asked the vessel. “Are you able to offer that to this tribe?” Oftentimes, she settled on knowing that a wolf would, at the very least, work towards providing the tribe with their faith. For even though she wished to, she knew that she could not demand something as strong as loyalty from a near stranger, and so she never had.

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