The Return of Molly

Caduceus has had the same dream for a few weeks now; a familiar grave of a tiefling he never met and the life that The Wildmother placed over that grave. So familiar was the flora on that grave in the dreams that Caduceus could easily name them all on a whim.

And then the dream shifts:
There's a heartbeat. A breath. A struggle.
The Wildmother calls to Caduceus, pulling him towards that grave once more, where her work is centered trying to bring forth another life.
No, not bring forth - bring back.

With a gasp and a panicked scramble, a lavender tiefling pulled himself from the dirt. Freeing himself from the earth's clutches in a desperate escape.
He is blank, an empty slate of a person except for one word that screams in his head. A word screamed, called, laughed, and spoken by so many different voices that vie for attention in the confused tiefling's mind -
Molly
He doesn't know how he is exactly or what he was doing in the earth but he can only suppose that Molly is his name and that the cloak over his grave is his too. He's not quite sure how, but he knows that somewhere out there, people are waiting for him. He has no idea where they are or how to find them but he'll be damned if that stops him.
With only a single tarot card, a small letter giving him some clues, and an open road before him, he sets off to figure out who exactly he left behind.

WARNING: Spoilers, cannon-typical violence, alcohol usage, language, and mature themes. (AKA, there's angst)
WARNING: Short book about the reunion of the Mighty Nein as they find their old friend (that means this is cute, lovable, fluffy, and adorable).

I don't own art, characters, or any of that. I'm just a fanfiction writer who's trying to console the heartbreak of losing the great Mollymauk Tealeaf. Long may he reign.