Lost in Transit

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^^ Adamantite Golem ^^

"Did you just... talk?" I clarified, hoping maybe it had been an auditory hallucination.

"Well... yes? I was trying to leave you to your work, because... Wow... but it's... I don't have the words! For a Goddess of Death, I imagine this is the finest and most spectacular Tribute she's ever gotten!" The dream-Luna traced one of the images I'd designed slowly, marveling at the Organ and the obsidian doorway.

The lucid dream began to break down as my brain began to short-circuit at the intense violation of privacy that she seemed so casual with, like so many other things; I wasn't being fair, but rage was, again, an illogical emotion.

"Wait, whoa, didn't you call me in here? I figured you wanted to talk? I'm confused?" She frowned, looking at me as we now floated in the dark void I spent my time in when I wanted to actually sleep, instead of Lucid Dream, even though this in itself... was technically another Lucid Dream. Fucking layers to this one.

"I most certainly did NOT call you into the most private corner of my mind!" I growled back at her, irritated by the deception.

She reared back from the vehemence, and then looked at the little notes of emotion clinging to her as a few flashed red. "I... I'm sorry? I heard a call and I answered, I didn't think you could call someone into a dream... accidentally? Would you like me to leave? We can talk in the waking world, or here where there's privacy, but you've shown me... or rather, I've accidentally peeked at your emotions on the matter at hand, and... I'd like to at least set the board; the chess match can begin later." She blinked in surprise when a chess board appeared in front of her, and a pawn moved forward.

I crushed it casually, shaking my head. "There is no Chess Match, Luna! You fucked up, and I fucked up by putting too much trust in you and too much emotional weight on that trust; entirely my fault from an emotional standpoint, but you're the one who fucked up in Actions, not Emotions!"

She flinched at the shattering wooden board, and sighed. "I'm sure there are excuses I could make, and some of them even have rational points, but rationality doesn't work with Emotions; they are Fundamentally Irrational, after all... instead I will apologize, and tell you what happened; if you're going to be angry, you should know what caused it."

"Hmph... go on, then?" I crossed my arms, reconstituting the chessboard and rearranging the pieces until I was satisfied with our current positions; she only had her king left, and a few pawns that were her 'reasons', which could, if proven to be logical points, become larger pieces.

All of my pieces were rooks, except my queen.

"Hm. Cute." She raised an eyebrow at me, and sighed as she was met with a stoic glare. "Alright... you went home with Kindle, and I stayed, healing the wounded until my mana began to be sapped; healers have something of an allotted amount of Mana they can borrow from Dream Per day, before it begins to destroy your body."

"Curious... could be caused by the aetherial Pathways that have to open to give you that Mana..." I muttered unenthusiastically, my curiosity and irritation merging for an attempt at disinterest.

"Could be, yes. And then there was Kalon; she's from Kindle's Clan, so I've known her for close to twenty years, and I am close to her. I healed her wound, a pierced Hip, and realized there were no more wounded that needed me, and all the others would be finished soon. As much as my passing promise to you, to see you after the battle, meant so much to you, I gave it very little thought when she invited me to bed for a 'check-up'. I intended to come see you when I did, a little after Dawn. I did give thought to my intentions for you, but you said you weren't interested, so I reasoned that pursuing you anyway would be disrespectful." She explained calmly, not making excuses, which I almost admired.