[@The book of bad juju][@TrixyTrix]

The Grief Seed, so recently harvested, drew in the despair that it was being fed like a sponge, the jewel growing progressively blacker as it accumulated. Such a tactic was extremely reckless and dangerous, since the outcome of a Grief Seed was something every Magical Girl was familiar with. And with how it was being fed by the flow of despair from Violetta, who knew how powerful it might end up?

Though Violetta tried to divorce herself of the object before it could go further, it was too late. The Grief Seed twinkled, it's flight arrested in midair as the air itself rippled and flexed, before a wave of darkness rushed out, engulfing both magical girls and the immediate area, twisting and shaping reality.

When it faded, they would find themselves in a winter wonderland. In the distance chimney stacks jutted into the sky, puffing out clouds that turned into falling snow. Closer to home, trees of glass and ice made a forest, cut by interspersed paths that disoriented and made maneuvering difficult with the inversion of 'up' and 'down. As it stood now, the fight had been put on hold in favor of locating each other, if either magical girl was willing to do that. No familiars appeared yet, the Witch still apparently in the process of generating them, but it would not be long. And if they stayed transformed, it would not be long until the familiars tracked them down.

But given the situation, that might be a risk worth taking. One could never say for sure, in the uncertainty of a Witches Labrynth