makin' friends, left and right

She was making it a point to spend time with each of her nieces and nephew one-on-one. Although the concept seemed confusing to Fable at first, she caught on quick and trotted after Theory eagerly. In no time at all, the eager girl was asking her a million questions a minute. Struggling not to laugh, she nodded at each question in turn. It was lucky they were following a well-worn, familiar patrol trail, otherwise she'd become so distracted that they might have walked right into one of the snakes that called this place home. This trail was so old it seemed like it had been here long before she was born and would probably be here for a long time after she was gone. Well, that's grim... It was hard not to think about the future with the tiny embodiment of Abaven's next generation nipping at her heels. "I do a lot of this all day - walking and patrolling, checking on everyone and making sure they are happy. Uhh, I have friends! Your momma is my friend - and my sister. Sometimes those things are the same, sometimes they're not. I've always lived here," she laughed. Sisters and friends were not necessarily mutual exclusive. That was a bitter lesson that she hoped Fable would never learn.