Morgana raised her hand quickly.
"O-Okay, okay… calm down," she said hurriedly, her voice strained, her hand waving slightly as droplets of blood from the ruined plate flicked carelessly through the air and landed against her cheek.
Lia snapped out of her haze, her breath catching sharply as awareness returned all at once. Her eyes drifted downward… and froze.
The table had transformed into something grotesque.
Crimson spread across the surface in uneven streaks, the once untouched meal now torn apart into something violent.
"I-I am so sorry…" Lia stammered, her fingers loosening around the fork as guilt and embarrassment flooded her expression all at once.
Morgana forced a small smile, brushing it aside with a light chuckle that did not quite reach her eyes.
"It's fine… you're at that age where fantasies bloom the brightest," she said with a soft tone, almost indulgent.
"Where the heart starts weaving impossible shapes and calling them real… it happens."
