(I'M ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE-)
A Return Worth Waiting For...~
She stared at the well, the mix of feelings coming from it alone leaving her with strangest combination of a familiarity and unease. It just felt... wrong.
All of it felt wrong...
Yet neither she or her shadows could deny it, they needed to go down the well. Briefly Moon caught flashes inside her mind, thoughts and worries beginning to bubble up like a boiling pot. All of them being anxieties about the well.
What's down there, what if she gets stuck, what if she can't get back out, or even all the way in, and thoughts similar to that.
Was she... claustrophobic? Was she always claustrophobic?
Ohhhh I hate this... I hate this so much... ...Okay, Snatcher I understand that you don't like the feeling from the well, but I don't think I have a choice. I think... I have to go down...
"...'stel, this is extremely sketch..."
"Yeah, I don't like this..."
"Trust me, I don't like this either. But as far as I can tell this may be the only way we can get Moon's memories back... So we've gotta go down."
...Okay... ...I guess I'm delving into the dark... ...But if I'm gonna get lost in the void, I'm making Moon join me one way or another. These are his memories after all...
Hm...
The Beldam could see numerous ideas flash through her head. Ideas that either flashed by to quickly for him to understand or too far beyond his dimensional knowledge for him to comprehend. That was until Astel came to one idea. A way to sort of... bend the dimensional rules to do something just briefly. It wouldn't be much... but it may allow her to open up a portal small enough to fit her arm through.
...Okay, Snatcher, Hattie, I'm going to do something... probably incredibly stupid. I don't even know if it'll work. For all I know... it could backfire on me like my last rule bending attempt. So just in case, I'm going to need you two to stand on the other side of the well from me, okay?
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She could feel the immediate stab of unease from Moon.
Don’t-
Hat had already picked Snatcher up, quietly chastising his protests as she ran to the other side of the well. “What are you gonna do?” She asked with a small frown, an odd sense of tension prickling at her senses.