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Gemorian Ascendant 3

... cohered and integrated, and another one foot form appeared before me. As the details became apparent, I could see that this one was yellow; golden-blonde hair, the same bodysuit and gloves as the others but in a sunny yellow hue. She also had a pair of entrancing golden eyes; I found myself caught by them for a moment. But luckily it was only a moment, because I had just enough focus and magic to fully form the last glyph before she launched herself at me and spun, releasing a cloud of the famous, eponymous pixie dust from her four fluttering dragonfly wings. I thought I felt my glyph ensnare her before the dust hit me. When the dust did I lost all composure, and descended into an immediate coughing fit, eyes watering.

“Oh lords below, not again,” I said, as the rainbow afterimages and the dizzy lightheaded feeling slammed into me. I dropped to my knees as the coughing finally started to die down, leaving me wheezing and groaning. Then another wave of dizziness hit and I was suddenly on my back, staring up at the light from the lava playing across the high ceiling of the chamber in waves of shadows and light across the natural rock.

“Are you alright?”

A pretty voice, like a nice bell. It went well with lava light and ceiling rainbows, I remember thinking.

“Look what you’ve done, you little brat. Did you hit him with some crazy dose? He looks completely out of it!”

“I don’t answer to you, ghosty girl.”

“None of us do.”

“Just him.”

“Only ...

... just.”

“Looks fine to me, anyway.”

Pretty bells tinkling tinkling, my thoughts went. It was funny to me, so I laughed.

“He does

not

! Why is he even laughing? If you’ve damaged him somehow, I promise you will come to regret it very,

very

much.”

“Aw, ghosty girl mad.”

“Not be mad, ghosty girl.”

“Should help us play.”

“Anyway, he should be immune.”

“Play?! Are you all going to keep talking like that?? And why would he be immune?!”

“Talking like what?”

“Yes, play!”

“Play is ever so much more fun than mad.”

“Getting mad gives wrinkles.”

“Of

course

a summoner can be immune, hard to play until he is.”

It was so funny, and the more I laughed the more sparkles and rainbows danced in the dim red chamber. I started waving my hands around, trying to catch them.

“Oh this is definitely going to be maddening. Do all of you need to chime in every time?”

“We are new.”

“Everything is new to us.”

“There is so much to say!”

“So much to talk about.”

“We should talk more!”

There was a general cheer and laughter and bright streaks raced across my vision on iridescent wings and round and round it went. I’d never even been very drunk in my life. The pixie dust had me on a level I’d never fathomed existed in a way I’d only ever heard about, maybe. I had no frame of reference, no means of coping. Still, it wasn’t at all unpleasant. To the contrary, there was a sense of euphoria I’d never known.

Yes, basically, I was drugged out of my ...