Ready for the high

Summer had made her quite bold. Venturing further north than she ever had before, Fable strolled along and enjoyed the stiff breeze. This terrain was new to her - an entirely different bouquet of prey, sights, and smells made her walk a little bit slower than usual. She was taking her time, drinking in the scenery. Construction had moved along nicely for the school and she was looking forward to teaching, but she still felt a little underprepared. Could she really be a good teacher? Did she have skills worth sharing? A certain cloaked figure seemed to find her cooking completely pedestrian - worse than that, even. She may as well have served up a warmed plate of seagull droppings.

Tch. He wouldn't know gourmet if it bit him on the butt, she assured herself. Right?! He didn't even have a corporeal body! How could he taste things! Fable shook her head vigorously - she'd been down this road before. More than once. There was no good dwelling on it. She was in the pursuit of self-improvement! That's why she'd come so far from home, to study and fetch new ingredients. A rustle of feathers and the nearby but unseen sound of land fowl tickled her ears. Mmm. Turkey. Fable slowed her steps and reoriented herself to the sound, coming up face-to-face with a stony wall. She tilted her head, only stopped for a moment, then found a craggy place to scale the wall. Stones skittered down behind her paws. Just a breeze, turkeys! Don't mind me! This would be a perfect lookout to plot her - "Oh!" she said, clambering up on to the wall and coming nose-to-nose with a young man. "I was focused on the turkey, I..." she rambled, then sat back and introduced herself. "I'm Fable. Were you after them as well?"

"Fable"