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Luz leapt to her feet and stared at the vanishing Soda. "Ain't y'gonna tell us what we can do about that?" she called. When there was no answer, she hissed her disapproval. It was weird, being annoyed with someone. This was very possibly the first time it had ever happened, and she was taken...

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Owen. Her friend's relationship with his Shadow had always seemed one of the most stable and healthy of the team, but didn't that mean the distance to fall if it ever shattered was so much further? Owen was a sweetheart, sure, but his confession to her on the eve of moving to Destiny...

"Howdy, Soda," said Luz, the melancholy vanishing from her voice. She was Luz, the Wandering Light, and she was never less than full of courage! Never. "You got somethin' t'say on the matter of visitin' Spirit's Edge, fella?" she asked.

Luz bit her lip and looked off into the middle distance. She was fixing to have a crisis of her own, at the rate they were going. "Brisa never met th'real Luz," she said, quietly. "Everythin' about me is made up. I'm lit'rally made of stories. Folklore." What advice could she even give Cal...

Luz cradled Cal's in one oversized paw, rubbing her back gently. Most friendlier folks took comfort in that stuff, right? "What're y'sayin', hon? That without Owen, you're stuck usin' an alias that just ain't who ya are?" Luz imagined going by Zest for the rest of her life. Not terrible, she...

Why hadn't Luz been afraid of this before? She would always have lost Brisa eventually. Did she think that if they'd spent more time together, it would have been enough, somehow? Maybe! Maybe if Brisa had grown strong and wise and Luz had found a place to be Luz, it would have been a farewell...

Brisa clenched her jaw and kept resolute as the shadow held her tight. Even the thorns pressing into her didn't deter her from returning the embrace. When it was over, she looked to Cynthian and her own composure. The little plant was carrying herself differently. "C'mon," growled Brisa...

Oh, the poor lil' thing. Oh, Cal... "Darlin', if he's at all himself, he'll remember you." Luz reached for Cal to pull her into a hug. All she wanted right now was to comfort the shade of her host's best friend, and wrap her own arms around her.

Luz wanted to think about anything but this, and before she knew it, she'd slowly folded herself into a crumpled heap on the grass beneath them. "Yeah, I feel th'same way," she confessed. "We made ourselves fer our hosts, y'know? I chose this identity 'cause..." Something was terribly wrong...

Aw, stars. This was getting beyond Luz. What would be helpful? Maybe she could talk about literally anything that had nothing to do with their hosts, at all. But she couldn't think of a darn thing. Luz took an uneasy breath, and solidified her paws enough that she could crack her knuckles—a...

She should get ahold of herself. This is worse than you in the Pit. You have more hope and more allies here, you should be FINE. At least in Rockfall Cave, she and Starr hadn't had shadows to deal with like this. Brisa kept her paw extended and held her gaze. "There's always the chance y'might...

Luz smiled in her ordinary way, wide and earnest. "Let's give it a go! I'll join ya in that." She gave herself a little shake, and stirred some electrical energy into place across her fur. The luminosity didn't carry as far as Cal's flames might, but it was a bit of fun, and it made her feel...

Damn right one of them would've done a better job. So fuckin' what? You do the best job you can. Otherwise you're just givin' up! Brisa hadn't felt it for a while, not since the earliest days on Cibus, but that notion of it should have been them had a bitter familiarity to it. But she'd grown...

Cal sure was agitated. The reason was obvious, of course, but Luz was restless to do something about it. Maybe a good distraction? "Yeah, fer sure," she said. "I bet y'could do some fantastic show-sparrin' here. Or go fer a race. Or meet all kinds of new people." She pursed her lips—such as...

Brisa swiped at the shadow, snarling as she tried to pin it down. Give up this stupid bullshit. It's a fucking manifestation of dark thoughts. Of course you can't just fucking fight it. Reason with her. "Cynthian, listen t'me," she growled. "I get it, you're strivin' t'make yerself useful and...

Luz watched with interest as the conversation between Cola and Petram turned into a plan—no, a scheme, a ruse!—to let the lil' fella roam the town. She could get behind this! And she didn't have to talk about being sad any more, which was great, because she wasn't at ease helping people with...

Brisa had been right—Cynthian's shadows were vicious, after the sorry fucker had spent gods knew how long torturing herself. The shadow was pursuing her, spewing recriminations and anguish. She must be so weak. You oughta have protected her more, and sooner. Help her. Now. Brisa tackled the...

Luz fidgeted with her paws, as restless as her mind. "Most folks take it hard when they lose people they care about," she said, without her usual easy certainty. "We all just lost a number of pals. Things're gonna be different now. That's hard." She scratched her cheek fur and tilted her head...

Already, the group is falling apart. You haven't done enough. "Hmm. At least if you an' yer shadow are separate, that means no goddamn conflict between ya. You'll have to wait, Cabot. I gotta find the most vulnerable of us an' lend a paw." Brisa cast about for the scent of Cynthian, and though...