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𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖘𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 too fast in the Horde, is what Chris had decided as she stared at Shadow Weaver blankly. The woman full of dark magic had become a nuisance in her life, and the bane of Catra's existence. And Chris didn't appreciate that in the slightest.
"Stop looking into these dreams, Christmal," Shadow Weaver hissed. The darkness around the woman seemed to bounce off of the teen, who rolled her eyes. "They will bring you nothing but harm."
"Harm? Because you'll hurt me if I don't listen to you?" She scoffed. "And anyways, I'm not 'looking into them.' Literally all I've done is repeat what I've seen in a fictional, made-up dream."
"Fictional," the scraggly woman repeated in a way that made Chris cringe. It was a reminiscent tone, one that the girl did not recognize nor did she catch on to it.
"Yeah, that's what I said."
"Silence!" Shadow Weaver snapped, resulting in Chris releasing a sigh of annoyance. She didn't argue though, listening to whatever idiocy the witch would spew next. "You will no longer speak of these illusions you are conjuring! One more peep of it and I will have your tongue."
"Okay." Chris shrugged, and immediately went for the door as if she did not care. "I'll do that."
