[The voice becomes more twisted as it responds, though the edge of desperation under it is still the same as it has been.]
It's not a dream—it's a nightmare. The only help is getting me out of here!
[The present-day Ferran doesn't hesitate any longer; he aims his bow to the sky, shooting a glittering red arrow through the empty air before immediately conjuring a new one to his hand and aiming towards a new spot. In his mind, even if all he ends up doing is provoking the Fae, at least he can draw its attention away from her.]
There's only way out for you! [Sorry, Gina; he's not playing along with the "we" idea, apparently... but the sudden attack does draw the fairy's attention away from his disguise momentarily, and a flash of white and gold marks the flap of a moth wing in the corner of her eye.]
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It's not a dream—it's a nightmare. The only help is getting me out of here!
[The present-day Ferran doesn't hesitate any longer; he aims his bow to the sky, shooting a glittering red arrow through the empty air before immediately conjuring a new one to his hand and aiming towards a new spot. In his mind, even if all he ends up doing is provoking the Fae, at least he can draw its attention away from her.]
There's only way out for you! [Sorry, Gina; he's not playing along with the "we" idea, apparently... but the sudden attack does draw the fairy's attention away from his disguise momentarily, and a flash of white and gold marks the flap of a moth wing in the corner of her eye.]