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>Call for Maexiks.
The moment I feel like I’m asking for her to appear she does. The silver aurora opens and Maexiks just kind of drops down on top of the house with me.
>First priority is establishing it really is her.
“Is it… you?”
She’s like, already hugging me. “Sabhaxlia! What is this?”
I’m not going to tell her what it is without confirming who she is first. “Are you really Maexiks this time?”
“What do you mean?”
I explain about the fake Maexiks thing happening like, non-stop. I ask her some questions about stuff she would only know, and she like, pulls out answers going years back. She answers how we met and tells me how she had to buy a weird mix of dyes to get my mantle’s color. There’s basically no way this isn’t her. Unless the Geofahn bug can overcome the prayerman magic and draw up my memories of Maexiks and. I don’t want to think about the situation being that hopeless.
>kiss her you fool!
>Fifth priority, kisses.
I’m about to, but, like.
>Also no kissing until you're sure she hasn't been mind-controlling you.
I need to know this first. I need to know what’s up with this.
>Second priority, making sure she's okay.
I ask her how she’s doing.
“I’ve been terribly worried! The Geofahn bug has been keeping me from the dreams like you had said. He has even hid you from me, and it has not been easy to look at your future without him interfering. I had so little idea what was happening to you.”
>Then tell her all what is going on.
>Third priority, status update regarding your location and Geobug jerkiness.
I tell her what’s been going on—with the Hefehxn, with meeting up with the bandits, fighting the guys, Hefehxn giving up, the dreambug attacks (again), the prayerman thing. I tell her all of those details. She sounds legitimately upset at all of this, I mean, and she asks me what I’m planning to do next. But.
>that she's be manipulating you since your childhood for some reason. Then start trying to figure out just how much truth there is to that little claim and why she would do that.
It’s hard to focus my thoughts on it. I want to just pretend like things are okay, and start planning with Maexiks the next steps, but I have to ask this.
“So like, but the Geofahn bug, one of the things he did, he said uh. That I only knew the dreambug language because you’ve been invading my dreams since I was a child. And that you’ve probably been like. Manipulating me. Those are just more lies, right?”
“What! Of course they are,” I want her to say. “He will say anything to trick you!”
“Oh,” is what she actually says. “What exactly did he tell you? How did he find out these things that he told you?”
It isn’t the answer I was really hoping for. “Just. That. That you’ve been invading my dreams most of my life and have been uh, controlling me. Through them. That you like, made me run away.”
Maexiks lists away from me. “He said that.”
“But it’s. He’s just. Trying to. Turn. Me. Against. You’ve been doing it haven’t you.”
Maexiks starts backing down the side of the house.
“Maexiks, no. What happened? What was—”
“I didn’t mean to,” Maexiks says.
“Yeah, no, stop,” I say. “Stop walking away. What’s. What’s anything?”
I know Maexiks well enough to know she’s trying to compose herself. “I first saw you in town fifteen years ago. You were a child and I was too. You seemed to have no friends, and I was too afraid to approach you, but I found you in your dreams that night and spoke with you there. Most nights you did not remember me, and I would introduce myself to you each time.”
“I don’t even remember anything like that.”
“Most dreams are not remembered, Sabhaxlia. But thoughts can linger, even from dreams you forget. Very soon I was moved away from you, but I kept in contact with you through dreams. It was not every night but it was many nights. Eventually we could speak in my language in the dreams. When I was free to, I went back to the town I had met you in. I set myself up as a merchant and influenced you to visit me, so we could speak outside of dreams too.”
“Uh…”
“For years, each night you would talk of how unhappy you were with everything. I never felt happy in this remnant either. But I was happy to finally have a friend in the waking world, even if you did not know how much I cared for you. But I think you understood, at least, how uneasy I felt in this remnant. Even while you were awake you knew that.”
“Uh.”
“When you started to dream about running away I encouraged it. I helped make dreams for you where you escaped and were free from your family and your remnant. I was never terribly good at controlling dreams, but I did help them stay pleasant for you.”
“Oh.”
“In the last few months I saw you struggling with the engagement. That you were afraid of taking the weight of your family’s crypt. I knew that you had always wanted something other than being a housedog’s wife. To be more than another generation in a family line. I knew that this remnant was unpleasant for you.”
“Uh.”
“And it was so much worse for me! I could never be one of you dogs. When your town accepted me they gave me a mantle with stripes on it to show that I could never be more than a stranger! So.”
“I.”
“So I did everything I could to ensure you would run away. You would find some place for yourself, and.”
“And?”
“And when House Geofahn found out that I was responsible, they would kill me, and I could be with you forever in your dreams. But you hid my responsibility, and when Geofahn tried to kill me, twice now this awful town has kept me alive.”
I. Uh.
Uh.
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