The Thought that Counts

​​The golden woman again. She was calling her odd lessons, calling students to listen and learn. Illusion though to herself that maybe it wasn't so bad; doing the same things her brother had. Learning as he had, maybe if she made herself more interesting, his attention would turn back to her where it belonged. So she heeded the call, her paws padding over to the Knolls. Luckily she had been nearby.

Upon arrival, Illusion tilted her head to the side, offering a soft and curious smile to Talyssa. She settled in close, choosing to appear to the woman's good nature and make herself seem to be a youth that needed guidance. That was the point of all this, wasn't it? Guidance. Silly.

She listens, silver eyes gleaming with manufactured wonder, Intuition. Decisions. Trust? You had to trust yourself? What did that mean? The slate blue girl's brows furrow delicately, as she looks out to the buffaloes Taly gestures to. Why do dumb prey animals know anything?


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