Ambyssin
Gotta go back. Back to the past.
Bahamut silently departed. There was nothing left for him in the forest and he needed to clear his mind of dark thoughts in order to approach Maple at his best.
"I'm... a bit scared, Icetales. Saying I'd volunteer to stay behind earlier... It was a result of that fear too," she admitted.
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"It already feels a bit lonely now that you've gone back to the other side," Cynthian tried to reach for his face, but her flower only dissolved to wisps upon making contact with his face. She lowered her eyes and gave him a somber smile.
"Just feeling lonely doesn't mean I'm alone though." She held her arms over her chest and said, "Our hearts are still connected, even if we are apart. And the others are still here too. I'll try to be strong and patience. Next time we meet, I hope it will be in the flesh, my love."
"If you're ever feeling afraid, how about having a big, strong dragon by your side?" Owen asked, drifting a little closer to Cynthian with a smile.
"If you're ever feeling afraid, how about having a big, strong dragon by your side?" Owen asked, drifting a little closer to Cynthian with a smile.
“O-of course! And I shall do everything I can to bring thee and everyone back.” He reached out with his paw, keeping it just above Cynthian’s ghostly arms. “Just wait for us. We shall reunite soon.”
"I will," Owen said, nodding. "You aren't the only one who has to deal with creeping madness!" He laughed again, the wraith-like shape of his mouth expanding a little too much. "Er, I mean..." He settled down. "Well. I had an episode, but now I know what it feels like. I wasn't expecting it here, too... but the Shadows? I'm fine against them. Wishkeeper and I are getting along, and that whole thing that happened wasn't related to Shadows."
"And that's supposed to make them feel better?" Cal asked, frowning.
"Er, I, uh...."
"Yes, we shall," Cynthian said as her heart swelled.
"As long as your words stay in my heart, I'll be strong enough to fight my own evils." Cynthian's eyes carried confidence and trust as she smiled.
“Dost not underestimate that. Cognitive miasma can creep into thy mind, fostering the foulest thoughts from the depth of thy noggin. It is reassuring that thou now know what to expect, but never lower thy guard. Never.”