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“Moo.” You look at the Man Buffalo. “Ehem, Fiora, can you deal with this?” You whisper to the group’s witch. You know when to delegate.
“Gladly. Please, everyone stand behind me.” Fiorny wants to make sure she doesn’t get distracted.
Everyone stands by the buffalo, a foot or two behind where Fiorny is standing. She opens her eyes and looks at the animal soul going through a unique experience.
“Stay put, dear.” Fiorny tenderly says in a voice you don’t use often. She places two fingers on the Man Buffalo’s forehead, a tiny light appears underneath them.
“No hurt. World one.” The *Actual* Buffalo pleads.
“Indeed, Mr. Buffalo. We all share a bond. You’re a friend to us. No harm will come to you.” Fiorny comforts. “I’m here to lend a hand.”
“Friend. Help with what?” The Buffalo starts calming down. He’s catching his breath. It’s funny how he knows he’s a buffalo.
“I want to return you to your old fur. Don’t you miss it?” Fiorny lays out the game plan.
“I do. I can’t move. This body weak. I want to move. I want to protect love. But I don’t want to forget.” The Buffalo retorts.
“These memories cannot be taken away. What awakened in you, will always be yours. Use it wisely.” Fiorny explains.
“Will you talk to me?” The Buffalo wonders as most of his queries are satisfied.
“Of course. Language barriers have never been an obstacle for nurturing a friendship.” Fiorny chuckles.
“Thank you, friend.” The Buffalo rests easy.
“We won’t be apart.” Fiorny places her hands on the Buffalo Guy’s eyes and begins concentrating. The spheres of energy morph into a light more reminiscent of her magic arms from her Esperanza Cup match, this tender warmth soothes the animal spirit to fall into an even more comfortable sleep. “He’s ready.” She closes her eyes again.
“Moo.” The Buffalo gets close to the sleeping man, and pushes him with its snout.
“He’s awake. Look.” Fiorny holds the man’s head on her lap. She memorized the layout to do this without seeing it.
“…” He’s in a dream-like state of serenity.
“Moo.” The Buffalo nods. He turns to you all and asks you to come closer by shaking his head, then nodding upwards, he wants your eyes on the sky. You had to wake up Matildetta…
All seven characters raise their heads to the stars, the strong light takes over all your senses to be transported back into their original bodies.
“Back at last.” Matilda stretches with glee!
“Crap, my face hurts…” You feel the pain of slamming your face on the stupid door frame.
“Sucks to be you, I’m better than before.” Odetta is not jittery anymore and tries to escape the bounding sheets, but she fails miserably. You’re not going to help her after what she said.
“I’m so glad we’re back.” Wilma hugs you out of relief. You hug her back.
