Fable was currently residing in Hameln, laying on the Piper's couch. Ever since her escape out of the box, she had been resting, her fae wings fluttering every now and then as she lay sprawled on her stomach. The Piper hadn't been back for a long while, but Fable herself didn't worry about such a thing. The Piper had his own reasons for doing what he did, and all she had to worry about was the welfare of the kids.

And she hadn't been doing her job like she should have been doing. It made her sad, and she hated making excuses no matter how true they turned out to be.

The last child she was supposed to meet hadn't been where he said he'd be; she looked and looked, but found no trace of him. Had she gotten the date wrong? Had she simply forgotten?

It would not do for the Fairy Godmother to forget the appointments she herself had scheduled. It worried her, this absent thought that was running away from her. Was it just old age? Was she losing her ability to perform? (Even though she WAS the youngest to be dubbed as a 'Fairy Godmother'.)

A sigh escaped her lips as she stretched out on the couch, her eyes bland. If only the Piper was here; he was at least someone to talk to, even if he did act a bit 'off' most times. Like he was too busy to talk to you, or you were underneath of him.

Which, in most cases, you were. He was proud, she'd give him that, but even the proud needed to be grounded every once in a while.

Rising from the couch, Fable decided to go for a walk to clear her mind. For just lying around wasn't helping to clear her mind at all - perhaps a walk would do some good.

And she left completely, shutting the door quietly behind her before she exited into the forest.