THAT ILLUSION || ONC 2021

~•{Chapter #13 (a)}•~

Muffled hustles quivered between the worlds.

"But should we be concentrating on the girl who couldn't be tracked than saving the doom and gloom that's choosing us?"

"I think he is right. Maybe that's how we must solve it because my instincts say we are missing out on something more important," Rohana affirmed.

"What? We have three visions to ponder and is that not enough? Who cares if she lives or dies? More details will mislead; it multiplies overthink ing and divide the solution. Above it all, that's not my style." Laurel's ire trickled in his tone.

Eir's amethyst eyes glistened in reticence to what she had heard from the transmuter. She looked pleading to the emerald woman who could read through her shattered self, even when they were moons away.

Not just Eir, but none could assimilate Laurel's ways. If unheard rancors could be smoking the soul, he would have been less alive. Looking through the situation Rohana knew that it's her time to prolong the dawn for everyone than letting it sink in the slurry horizons.

"If every one of you holds me in high respect, then I will conclude this. We must see it through the girl as well. Eir has made a promise which shall not be proved wrong. After all, we are here to save them all."

"Your grace we don't have to..."

"I affirm your orders, your grace," Kenna took the first stride, thudding her fists on her heart.

Valerie and Azarious allayed the waffling friction through relieving glimpses at her calming citrine orbs. Together they affirmed, "We do so, your grace."

The transparent hurricanes ebbing in those aquamarine eyes were much perceptible. When rays of despotic shine slid past the abysmal depths, he gave in.

"In the glory of the holy mother, she who commands life in us, I would like to know your slant as well." Rohanna turned towards the earth fenced Narngonians.

Galene skimmed through every pair of eyes sunk in alacrity to help the girl they had saved under the silver weaved gleams of moonlight.

"We all do, your grace."

"Alright then..."

"Include me in it as well. Who can go past the orders of our water queen? Hey you risible rat, can't you come and help me on your own?" The deep pitched yet flat tone of the hazel-eyed man echoed in every wave that ran between the two worlds.

Understanding that he was unaware of what's happening around him, Mordana and Hugh rushed to relieve him of the piled sacks, high enough to restrict his vision to the sides and dangling bags that he carried in his arms.

"Should I plead for you to be nice, biting bu- ouch!" Mordana in a hurry stamped his feet, making him drop the sacks to the grounds one after the other. "Why did you stamp these infant feet of mine you-" He latched up the words that crawled upon his gut. His quick eyes glanced at the glittering lights webbing to keep the communication steady. Knowing what he has done, his thoughts screamed in a shock that wasn't easy to surpass.

"Uh! It's a relic communication time. I hope so I wasn't much wordy." He bit his tongue while choosing his words.

Crackling waves of laughter and chuckles fled past, cleansing the palpable clamours of revulsion.

"Oh, Aaron you have finally loosened the rigid conversation. Come over." Galene waved the palms facing him towards the couch where they all sat.

"Much grateful, Galene. I shall join but the mess here need to be cleaned." He rushed to pick up the fallen sacks and bags.