Envy felt panic hit them like a rock, panic that wasn't theirs. They weren't afraid. So why were they afraid!? Envy snorted, patting either side of their head in disdain as they glared at the pearl they'd dropped. And they got the feeling that maybe attacking the flower... or trying to keep it for themselves, for that matter... wouldn't be such a good idea. Envy was starting to realize that this... magic? was it magic? wasn't a mere hallucination, but something real. It was just happening elsewhere.

Had they been present, they would probably have sat back and laughed at the other creature's discomfort, but they felt it almost as keenly as though it was their own, though they could tell it wasn't. It was suddenly less about the flowers- if Envy couldn't have it, they were glad things had gone worse for the other party, who'd had the prettier flower. A twinge of amusement tugged at their belly as they sifted through the feelings of the other being, wishing that they'd been there to watch.

Then suddenly...

Weasel!

"Wolf!"

Envy recognized that voice in an instant. Their meager smugness died in seconds. Anger flared in their chest, just as balooning as the other's... who Envy now recognized as the wolf. Now, Envy couldn't help but feel a little bit violated. Offense caused their fur to bristle. How had she gotten into this?!

"Me?!" they yelled indignantly. "No, what are you doing in my head?!" a moment's pause. "...And... I have a name you know!"

As if the situation couldn't get any worse.

"No, you get out!" they screeched, bitterness close to bursting point, all shreds of jealousy and smugness abandoned in favour of anger that wouldn't solve anything. Insecurity mounted, the sole reason being that they knew the wolf would feel all of it. Envy didn't want the wolf to feel that! no-one could know about it! No-one could know that they were scared of never being big, or scared of being weak, or scared of the poison that they could never get rid of. no-one! And fear brought nausea with it. Envy felt sickness flaring in their belly, dizziness setting in, all the things that they were usually so good at hiding, suddenly laid bare for the one creature who could probably use it against them the worst. Panic mounted, panic that they attempted to cover up with a hearty helping of anger. They swayed on their spot, finally sinking onto all fours and hanging their head.

"I'm the one just minding their own business!" At least they were being honest, for once.



"Speech."

Envy was about to argue, when the wolf cut herself off. They bared their fangs at the nothing in front of them, narrowing their eyes. "Wait what?" they snapped, hating the anxiety still bubbling in their chest that they hastily patched up with a display of anger. but there was no hiding it from the mind. Dezba was not here in person, so how they changed their voice didn't matter.

The weasel clenched their teeth, embarrassment burning in the pit of their stomach. They shook their head, forcing their thoughts into bitter hatred and anger. It still hurt, but that was better, at least.

The wolf's next words helped in that it only angered them further. Suspicion tinted with anger bubbled out from the deepest recesses of their mind. "Of course you are," they hissed, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You're the invader here." They bristled, not liking the feeling that coiled around their mind. But they sat back, grumpily, knowing that there was nothing that could be done about it. They let out a snort of laughter, as she questioned their name. "Oh, now you want to know, do you?" they sneered, of half a mind to simply withhold the information, now that she was asking for it. "Why don't you take a wild guess, and see if you can get it."

They didn't even want to know what she meant by... 'better acquainted', but they thought they might already have a bit of an idea.

Not that they liked it.

"Speech."