Finn was, however, already rooted to the spot, silent.
On the far side of the room, bathed in the warm soft light of the room, their Mom. She looked as real as anything else in this dungeon, and exactly as he remembered her the last time he ever saw her. She was wearing one of her wide brimmed adventuring hats, and carefully packing a number of vials of clear liquid in her well worn bag. She’s taken that bag on countless adventures and explorations, Finn remembered it well.
“Finny, why don’t you hand mommy her neckerchief, sweetie?”
Hearing her voice, even in some fantastical magic-induced illusion made Finn’s heart race, excitement and joy and aching nostalgia flooding in all at once. He might have even responded to that request, if not for the quick thumping of feet from behind him as someone runs past. Him. Only…maybe five years old. How old had he been on this day? He was pretty sure five. Just a puppy.
“Mommy, here!” Baby Finn was holding up for her a crumpled silk neckerchief. Real Finn takes a step back, toward Jermaine. This was too much, he couldn’t do it. Whatever it was, it was too much.
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On the far side of the room, bathed in the warm soft light of the room, their Mom. She looked as real as anything else in this dungeon, and exactly as he remembered her the last time he ever saw her. She was wearing one of her wide brimmed adventuring hats, and carefully packing a number of vials of clear liquid in her well worn bag. She’s taken that bag on countless adventures and explorations, Finn remembered it well.
“Finny, why don’t you hand mommy her neckerchief, sweetie?”
Hearing her voice, even in some fantastical magic-induced illusion made Finn’s heart race, excitement and joy and aching nostalgia flooding in all at once. He might have even responded to that request, if not for the quick thumping of feet from behind him as someone runs past. Him. Only…maybe five years old. How old had he been on this day? He was pretty sure five. Just a puppy.
“Mommy, here!” Baby Finn was holding up for her a crumpled silk neckerchief. Real Finn takes a step back, toward Jermaine. This was too much, he couldn’t do it. Whatever it was, it was too much.