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Finley felt a little sad as the moths left. She hated the feeling that filled her from there. Her Lady was coming. She did not want that. If the Lady called to her, she would follow. Her escape to the human world had been narrow. A loophole. But if the Lady herself showed up and demanded Finley return, she could not say no. It would be like telling the sun to stop lighting the day. Someone may have the power to do that, but Finley did not. 

All of that was washed away as Callaghan picked them up and bloody lips met their own. Fear was washed back in the tide that was the memories that came to them. Finley’s experience of the memories was as if she [i]was[/i] Callaghan. They became him for a while. Sinking into those memories. It was the warmth of a world so vastly different from their own, and they loved it.

They loved Callaghan for sharing it with them. This was an intimacy that went beyond almost any other Finley had ever experienced; only their permanent connection with Dysphoria went deeper. As Callaghan shifted, becoming their draconic form Finley giggled and sank more into the embrace. They now knew what that shifting felt like to Callaghan. 

They caressed Callaghan’s side, following the ripple of his scales. Finley looked at the shadowy dragon creature. [color=f14a83]”Is this something you can do?”[/color] They asked, very confused. This did not seem to match with anything Finley had ever seen Callaghan do previously. [color=f14a83]”Or did your candy spur this? I suppose this is better than moths and the feeling of your Lady coming to collect you.”[/color] Finley suddenly got a very serious look on their face. [color=f14a83]”Callaghan, if she does come and tells me I must go, know I am only doing it as my duty. I am not leaving you. My oldest oath is to her. It binds me tighter than you could imagine.”[/color] A different fear bubbled up behind. Could they keep a secret from their Lady? 


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[color=D8BFD8]”My full name is Constance, but only a few people call me that. I generally prefer Connie.”[/color] She smiled at Cassie. The girl seemed nervous still, and was definitely shaken by what she had seen. 

[color=D8BFD8]”I would suggest that when secrets feel so dangerous to ignore them. This place, and the school, are not safe places. Often, secrets will consume you. Literally or figuratively. Hopefully, what you saw was just a hallucination and not an actual Truth.”[/color] Connie refrained from saying that sometimes, once a Truth was seen, there was no un-seeing it. Cassie would be lucky if she never saw whatever that had been again. 

[color=D8BFD8]”How about you come sit back down, though? Or I can escort you back to your room.”[/color] Connie suggested. It would be a good excuse to leave before things got worse.