#the knight and the dragon: Harper x Phiona

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Harper pails, watching as her girlfriends attempt at locating the missing pet through her magic, also fails. No that couldn’t be right-. Phi was the much stronger witch between the two of them and-.

“ I had h-hoped it was a fluke. I tried to track him with my own magic earlier and it c-couldn’t-.....What could he even have gotten himself in trouble with that magic itself can’t-.” Harper's nervously running a hand through her hair

At Least she knows it likely means he’s not -. Gods don’t let her trouble making but loving scottie be that kind of gone. If he was then the spell would have at least led them to something but it’s just like he’s…vanished. Poofed into thin air!

“I’ve tried all his usual spots, any ideas in that brilliant brain of yours princess?”

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Harper’s one hand still remained tightly gripped to Phi’s, the other hand now clutching the broom tightly for two reasons. There was still a chance they could fly out of whatever this-. Shit it is a labyrinth! Alright time for plan B then.

Her hand twirling and flourishing the broom till gone was the hay and in its place the shine of her axe.Teeth up in a growl as one hand wields the axe and the other arm protectively in front of Phiona. She knows her princess can handle herself but-.

“I’ve got a bad feelin’ your the trouble my pup got himself into, aren’t you.” 

No.

No no no no!!

Not again!! She can't be back there!! Not again!! This is bad dream right?! Please gods!! Not again...!!

Not again....

No. No this was different. Life wasn't standing still out of fear. It wasn't real.

Panic faded, but the alertness still gripped her. It's Not real. None of this is. A perfect illusion.

"Harp!! It's a laybrith!!"

Just as she says that the sky reveals a reflective sheen, and a laugh could be heard behind them.

"My my... You're just just as clever as they say. Even in the throws of panic you can calm yourself to see past my illusions~"

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No sound. It’s obvious every second since they landed where the magic guided them to Toto. Not just the lack of wind but the startling lack of birds. That landing should have scared off a few from the nearby trees. Even the smell in the stagnant air was all wrong. Harper can feel her hackles raise and instinct tightly squeezes Phiona’s hand back.

“It’s like I can feel it…under my skin like a thousand sprites.” 

Oh Toto, what have you gotten yourself into now?

Phiona's arms lock around Harper's chest and waste as the duo fly through the sky, a gentle sigh as she rests her head on the back of Harper's shoulders.

How she managed to charm such a wonderful girl into dating her she'll never know. A sense of calm as they traverse the never ending skies to the clearing....

A sense of calm that shatters like glass the minute both Phiona and Harper land. Phiona's grip on Harper's hand tightened swiftly as she was brought back to.... back then. With them. No wind. The trees weren't right. It felt like her throat closing up. It's like she was reliving that day all over.

Fuck...

"Harp... S-Somethin-- Something ain't right."

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Off to the skies the two witches go, shouldn’t take too long to get to the clearing and retrieve the wayward pup. Maybe she and Phi can go back to the farm once they make sure Toto’s not hurt or anything. Nice cup of peppermint tea and brainstorming how to keep the scottie out of the trouble he always seems to find himself in. Bit of a date till they can find time on both their schedules to pencil in a real date. Thoughts of setting up a surprise picnic distract her till the broom gets close enough for a landing.

“Alright I think I got us pretty close.”

No sound or sight of Toto though, but Harper tries to not let the worry show.

“Goin’ out this far is unusual, even for him.”

"Sure is Harp. Let's go."

Could she just fly on her wings? Sure. Could she also fly on her guitar? Absolutely. Did that mean she was gonna pass up the opportunity to fly on a broomstick with her girlfriend? Hells no.

Phiona couldn't help but admire the rustic charm of the broom. The stories that old thing could tell if it talked. Fits Harper so well, too.

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Harper was slightly regretful she was never all that well versed with the tarot cards, different magics for different hands as her mom would say, but she did know her girlfriend. She knew well enough that the look Phiona was trying to hide should put a pit in her stomach. 

“A clearin’? I swear if he got lost chasin’ sprites again-”

Toto did have a love for lights and shiny things, sometimes Harper thought him more black cat then scottie, but it was one of his many endearing qualities that could get him into trouble. Sprites had a tendency to bite though when mad and she’s already making mental notes to make ointment when they get him back to the farm.

“It’s a good thing I came here on my broom!” 

An old weathered oak handle and hay more her own supply then what it originally started with, a reliable old thing though and could fit her, Phi, and the lost pup if Phiona wants to ride with her.

"Um. I'm obviously going about this the wrong way. Gimmie sec, babe."

She says, a little flustered. Man, even in crisis mode, Harper never missed the opportunity to flirt, did she?

With a sigh, she taps her bag and her cards come alive, floating in the air. Just give her something. Anything.

The magician reversed, The Emperor, The Hierophant Reversed...

... Should've included The Tower in that equation, cause now she has an awful feeling.

"Okay! Got something. A clearing just up north from here! Let's head there now!"