Abatheo: GuildLisette's announcement to leave had come so quickly. Whatever was in her letter had to be serious - she wouldn't even reveal the contents, much less allow anyone else to join her. Trixie pouted; if she had stayed like that any longer, she might have started to cry then and there. Lisette reassured everyone that she would be returning, but for Trixie...
"Lissa, no! You can't leave! This is our mission, together! All of us! And, and we can, we can come with you. Come on..."
Her whining was stopped by Amy's hand to her shoulder. Moira had passed by her earlier and notified her that Lisette was departing. Rather than remain at the bar, Amy promptly excused herself to return to Lisette for a proper farewell. It was odd for the cleric, really. She had grown to be so angry at the archer after the events in Weir, but ever since their tagteam in Vandrell, the girl had improved so much. To see her suddenly have to depart was...
"Do what you have to do, Lisette. Just stay safe."
"Yeah, you
promised you'd come back! So you better!" Trixie chimed in. Dylan followed up, offering to sketch their journeys for the archer, and even Amy couldn't help but subtly grin at his suggestion. Lisette would be missed.
But the gods had decided that her departure wasn't enough. Selan offered to join Lisette, explaining that she too was in need of a break - though Amy could see right through her tone that the reasoning behind it was much more deep. Even after their departure from Thaum, Selan seemed out of it. Was it her nightmare?
This dancer had done so much for the two. Trixie looked up to her as a motherly figure, which always put Amy herself to ease. She was one of the only faces Amy found herself able to open up to during her stages of easing into such a massive group. It was thanks to her Amy was able to make such a transition - and though Amy said no words, Selan could see the gratitude in her emerald eyes.
Amy nodded, bidding the songstress a goodbye as well, before reaching out for her hand and clutching onto it. Trixie began to tear up, ready to jump at the dancer and cling onto her robes. But Amy held her in check, her hand firm on her shoulder. Trixie bit her lip. "Why are you guys leaving... I thought we were family..." she murmured, too low for either of the two to hear.
Trixie's ice cream dropped to the floor. Don followed up with his intention to follow them. No. No, this was too much. She cried out in unison with Dylan, but their pleas were turned down. "Superbro... come on... please, you can't--"
"LITTLE MISSY! THIS... THIS IS FOR YOU!""Superbro, n, no, I can't..." she shook her head, face matted in tears. She hunched her shoulders. "I can't--why do--why does everybody have to leave...!? You're su... super..."
"YOU'RE A SUPERHERO, TRIXIE! YOU'RE MY SUPERHERO!"Trixie cried and leapt into the man's arms. Estelle waited for the moment to settle before holding the prankster's hand along with Lisette's.