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BigMac started to reach out, to place a hand on her shoulder and hope to comfort her, but then he paused. Something about this mare seemed off, and he wasn't sure if it was the player or the game. He quickly took The Queen, mind easily swayed by a female lead, and added it to his basket.

Then her words caught his ears. "...Someone?" He hesitated, only starting to move on when a dormouse insisted. "You too," he muttered, not letting himself admit anything more.

She had not, in all the time she had been trapped within this dream, ever once considered that anyone else might be trapped as well, but now? With two small words the stallion beside made her hope, or doubt, or dread the possibility. So many feelings all at once, hard and conflicting, as she had to drop her gaze, look away, least he see that conflict play out in metallic eyes.

"Someone," she repeated, voice soft as she moved up to the latched box with the eager push of small hands at her back. Numbly she reached inside, not even bothering to look, and a chipped cameo was pulled out from the jumble. She dropped it into the basket with all the rest before reaching inside again. "Someone important." And here her voice hitched, and she had to clear her throat, swallow the rising lump. "Or someone I thought was important."

No, that was a lie. He was still important to her. That was why it hurt so much. If It had ended as it had begun she wouldn't have been in such a sorry state. She wouldn't have cared.

A small silver key was pulled from the box and dropped in with everything else she'd so far gathered. Once more she reached inside, and it was a broken mirror this time.

"You found it! Doesn't it look neat?" The small ghoul chirped when she noticed Lights standing near the very large teapot and the ever hovering little dormouse. (Finally, she'd get to hear what she was saying! Last time she had been so worried about being invisible). IT was a little hard to tell who was the more excited really, what with OuO's bright smile and fluttering wings.

"Yes, lets!" Maybe it was because it was a game, or just that he really wasn't on fire, but OuO just grabbed him by the hand and dragged him inside.

Quiet was better. It was easier. If he didn't ask questions, then she wouldn't have to answer them, and maybe she could make it out of this teapot without breaking down.

Goddess help her, she was stronger than this.

It was the dormice that moved them along now, either player having fallen into thought, or simply given up. There was a ringing in Mags' ears, a tightness in her chest that made it hard to breath, but the voices remained. Always there now, louder than they had been. Coaxing, reassuring, breaking down. An endless stream of helpful and hurtful whispers. It was so much easier to fall into that familiar noise, than to think.

A hand on her wrist, urging her to empty her basket into the teapot, guiding her hand to lift the thing so she could spill a ring into her opposite palm, and all of a sudden she knew where they were, and what they were doing.

The band was thick, black and shining with a two thin metallic strips to one side. One silver, one gold. She held it up, staring at it, before turning hollow eyes to the stallion beside her. If it was him. If that was possible. This should have made her happy. Instead it hit like a blade to the heart, but beneath that sharp and immediate pain was something else. An over all rightness that she didn't understand, but it kept the tears from falling as she held the ring up ready to slip it onto his hand.

She wished it was him.

It should be him.

"Soren.." Barely a whisper, barely even an audible breath.

AoS figured to be safe- "I will hold him still, you put it on. We cannot let him escape. He is very good at that. Sneaking of to do sneaky death sneakings. He must be held back to. Very powerful, he is risky. We must be careful about these things. Plus a ring is very serious. We must seriously consider how he can sneak off after the wedding. There will be no post wedding sneaking offs!" She was very sure it would ruin the honeymoon.

Hold the puppet (who was asking why they hadn't filled a mission report out yet), still, AoS also figured it a good time to introduce herself to her new wife. "I am AngelofSong by the way! I will try to be a good wife-husband!"

Israfel cooed, saying she was prime husband and wife material and would need to start on a nest soon.

A few moments later, a body jumped on his back, arms and legs wrapping around him from behind. Phoenix's voice drawled in his ear, "Only if you're the bride and I get to princess carry you. Hottie let me princess carry her and you gotta do at least as well as Wife #2."

(Not like that was a natural power but that was digressing). Maybe to Lights' relief, perhaps maybe, his hand was dropped in favor of the basket that was held out to her. OuO gladly took it, ready to fill it for a second time and maybe get the meaning behind each of the steps they were doing. She understood the end results (really, she did, honest) but the other things not so much. So, she listened intently as the dormouse explained in her wistful way about each table.

"I doooo ~" She bounced up between explanations, fluttering her wings again. "My yellow thing beeped and I pressed it an went to a temple and touched a glowing thing and then I got wiiiings." So, so excited. About that and this.

The ghoul chose the Mercurial Cake this time, partly just because it looked pretty (Mercury didn't seem... bad to her?). "I picked that one last time too!" She told the boil, "and I picked Caterpillar last time so I think I'm going to chose the Knight." OuO added as they were ushered to the next table of selections. She reached over and grabbed the Knight token.