[WEEK 2, THURSDAY EVENING: Laphicet]

[the trial last weekend irritated her. feeling like she was being toyed with, similar to how Melchior had toyed with her with his own illusions, had brought out some older, bitter feelings that she had done her best to repress. the march of time helped quell that irritation, but now?]

[now she was livid]

[it's getting late, and Magilou knows instinctively that she should return to the hut. but she sure as hell isn't about to return to Lucina while she has the specter of her old master hanging over her shoulder-- You truly are, even now, my greatest failure.]

Ugh.

[she's on the outskirts of the jungle, a makeshift torch in hand, as those words roll over her ears and make her grimace in disgust. instinctively, she whirls around, swinging her torch in front of her, sending a small tongue of flame flying through the air before it lands on the ground and ignites a small patch of jungle foliage]

[she watches it burn, eyes empty, but the whispers remain]

You really are the most full of yourself, aren't you, Master?

[why is she talking to herself? help, Laphicet]

[WEEK 2, THURSDAY EVENING: Lief]

[it's still fairly early in the evening, not too long after the visions and hallucinations being. should Lief be hanging around the hut area, he'll find. . . well]

[one (1) Magilou, sitting in front of the Magilou-Lucina hut, her legs drawn up to her torso and her head pressed against her knees]

[huh]

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