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[color=gray][i]Near Kari's House, Outside of the Ice Fortress[/i][/color]
[sub][b]Mentions:[/b] None. [b]Direct Dialogue:[/b] Tayla ([@silvermist1116])[/sub]

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The hallucinations shifted, and Luna found herself sitting in a booth of the Apothecary’s back room, sitting over a couple of of drinks. She was chuckling, her glass swishing as she was rocked by the arm pressed around her shoulders. Luna looked up, but she knew who was holding her. She always knew.

Phantasia looked down at her, her pink eyes glowing with warmth. They caused a shudder in Luna’s bones, and Luna buried her head in Phantasia’s shoulder. She wanted nothing more than to be with her Mother.

[color=ffbafd][b]“So tell me again, what did they say?”[/b][/color]

[color=bcbcbc][b]“She sided with me, and told the others to fuck off. Thought having strong allies was cool.”[/b][/color]

Phantasia’s smile widened, and she squeezed Luna. [color=ffbafd][b]“You’ve found us a good one, my dear. Alizée will be the first of many, don’t worry. I won’t let your hard work go to waste.”[/b][/color]

Luna blinked, her chuckles slowly dying. Wasn’t… Alizée… dead? 

Luna leaned back, the butterflies still swirling in her stomach as she looked up at Phantasia, slowly, carefully.

[color=bcbcbc][b]“Mother?”[/b][/color]

[color=ffbafd][b]“Yes, dear?”[/b][/color]

[color=bcbcbc][b]“You’ll never leave me, right?”[/b][/color]

Phantasia smiled, rubbing her head. [color=ffbafd][b]“My dear, I’ll always be here.”[/b][/color]

Luna slightly smiled, before her face grew serious. [color=bcbcbc][b]“Mother, I’m exhausted. I just fought 8th Street. I… I have to go…”[/b][/color]

The hallucination began fizzling at the seams, and Phantasia began to ripple like a disturbed pool of water.

[color=ffbafd][b]“I know… dear.”[/b][/color]

Luna blinked, staring at Tayla as she was violently shaken. It was enough to break most of the illusion, and Luna shook her head roughly. [color=bcbcbc][b]“[i]Fuck.[/i]”[/b][/color]

[quote=Tayla][color=DE198A]"Get up. We gotta go. Now!"[/color][/quote]

Luna swore again, eyes scattering across the field. Right. [i]Right[/i]. They had to go. Without another moment’s hesitation, Luna pulled Tayla into a tight princess carry, and with her wings shining bright, they took off from the torn and muddied battlefield, intent on escaping the remainder of the battle.

[color=bcbcbc][b]“Hold on tight to me!”[/b][/color]