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Luck. She wanted to roll her eyes. Luck had nothing to do with it - it was honestly that everyone she'd met up till Vazi was kind to her. That had nothing to do with luck, that was simply the entirety of the cave being kind. Aleera was...an exception to the rule. They were troubled, thinking every shadow was an enemy, and that wasn't the wolf's fault. Was it luck that a dragon had listened peacefully to her story under her tree? Please.
"Then why not accompany me, Vazi? Let me see the rooms again, take me on sight-seeing trips, be my friend." She said, keeping her voice calm as they got irritated. "You always leave me alone here, and I can't help but want to see my cubs and my friends. Don't you understand?"
And then in one of the forests, she would find a way to escape. She thought.
She sighed again, listening. Vazi only wanted to 'protect' her from imaginary threats, like Aleera, and the constant threat of danger was enough for them to always deny any real truth. It was a Devil's Proof; there is no proof that the demons in the dark cannot exist as long as they aren't seen yet - the void of the unknown. You can prove they do exist by bringing them screaming into the light, but you cannot prove they do not simply because one hadn't seen one yet.
She raged inside. There was no way to rationalize when one stood on the Devil's land. Vazi would simply stomp and rage that it could happen, and that was reason enough to strip her freedom away.
Perhaps....she had tried before with Pounce, but she was older now, more powerful with her magic. She bit her lip. There was a big unknown with the spell she had tried to cast. She didn't know how long it lasted, how powerful it was, or what it even did. But Booker said that they could talk with their brother without words, that they could feel their feelings...and maybe that's what she needed with Vazi. Maybe she needed to understand the grief they felt at losing Wynry.
And maybe in turn Vazi could understand her.
Tentatively, she reached for the spell she tried to use with Pounce, like gathering a silken thread inside her mind, and she lost all focus outside of her. She forgot she was breathing, forgot she was standing in Orion, forgot everything but the thread. Everything was dark except for her and the thread and the...well, how to describe it - the essence of her and Vazi. She was a light in the dark, white and pink and gold, and Vazi was obscured out of her ray of focus, there, but fuzzy.
The thread was shy and delicate, and she had to be gentle with it, like a perfect cobweb. She whispered to it, calling to it, letting it gather, and when it was ready, she turned her focus to Vazi.
She reached out to them, concentrating - but this delicate concentration was shattered when Vazi spoke, and suddenly the black void dropped to the real world, the reality of the ground and the air and the dust of Orion, and she blinked, the delicate thread torn, snapping back at her like a snarled and tangled mess.
All of a sudden, where she was peaceful and focused, her emotions backlashed and everything was a uproaring tidal wave of every emotion at once, swallowing her whole. Outside her body she cried out and fell, but she wasn't aware of it at all - all she could see was red, red hot anger, panic, frustration, guilt, denial, and pure, pure, hatred, boiling in her blood and making her scream, burning her as it rushed through - swirling with this was the darkness of sadness, depression, loss, emptiness, bleak and hopeless, pure and unending nothing, telling her to lay down and die, and she wanted to cry and rage and sob - then came nastiness in sickening poisonous greed, envy, the desire to have everything that anyone else had, the emotion making sweet friends with hatred, making her want to vomit.
Then came unadulterated joy, and perhaps for just a moment in the whirlpool of drowning emotion she thought she would find reprieve, but it was just as horrible as the rest. Her body was electrified and sent soaring to dizzying heights, and it was torture, for the weights down at her feet, the black void and the hatred licking at her, wanting to drag her down, and the joy was like adrenaline and sugary sweetness to a degree she couldn't handle, and she screamed even louder. She wanted to run and jump and touch the sky, but it was wrong, it was too much, it was tearing her apart.
Next came fear, and this by far was the worst. It mixed well like a spice on a perfect meal, agreeing with every emotion in her, telling her to hide and rage and destroy and die and run and jump to avoid everything and anything, terror gripping her and holding her in place when everything in her burned to run. It was a vice, it was a prison, it was wrong, holding her in its cold grip and laughing at her for not seeing its way.
On the outside, she was a shivering, screaming, sobbing mess on ground, her eye unseeing, nothing else existing except for this torment that swirled her round and round and made her unable to breath except to howl.
"This is how I speak."
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