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—Black Sugar Swan—
Black Sugar Swan isn’t sure what’s worse. The fact she stole from a god, or the fact she’s running from said god after being reaccepted to the Dessert Paradise.
The atmosphere on Beast Yeast is a lot colder than the Dessert Paradise. The temperature of the ground is significantly cooler too. But that might just be from her lack of feathers. “Ugh, how do Cookies live like this?”
The Duck turned Swan pushes a thick vine out of her way. She’s far enough away by now that she doesn’t feel the need to run. Well, she’s far enough away and she’s wearing heels. Why did The Sugar Swan’s magic add that to her outfit? Black Sugar Swan won’t lie, the heels make her look fabulous. But heels while running through the wilderness is a bit much.
Speaking of which, the Swan is certain she’s lost. Unfortunately that was not the goal of this excursion. Well, it was, kind of. Black Sugar Swan scowls, sits down next to a stump, and groans. She meant to just run away for a bit, not get lost.
The Swan waves a hand angrily and a small cushion materializes beneath her.
Well this is just wonderful.
She’s lost on Beast Yeast, in the middle of nowhere with absolutely zero contact with anyone from paradise. And worse than that, Sugar Swan explicitly told Black Sugar Swan not to leave the paradise until they figured out how her magic was affecting her.
“Great. Just great.” She mutters. At least there’s some flowers nearby. She walks over and carefully starts selecting some. This variety is different from the ones back in paradise. They smell surprisingly sweet, especially compared to some of the other foliage she’s seen around here. She picks some of the sweet smelling things and moves back to her spot next to the stump. The best thing she can do is wait for Sugar Swan to find her.
Ugh, she probably could’ve teleported back if Panna Cotta hadn’t convinced Sugar Swan to seal her magic. The most she can do now is low level stuff. Aka, nothing useful. At least the seal doesn’t limit the amount of magic she can use, just the magnitude.
Normally she would’ve been halfway done with her flower crown by now. But the thought of just how much she’s been restricted as of late is enough to accidentally rip the thing to shreds. “Shit!” Black Sugar Swan glares at the ripped flowers before tossing them carelessly to the side.
At least they smelled nice.
It doesn’t take long for the Swan to start pacing around the small clearing.
Don’t they know I’m gone?! Shouldn’t they be looking for me by now? By the Witches they better not have forgotten me.
Well, the real Sugar Swan had to leave a few weeks ago. She said she’d be back soon. It’s not like Panna Cotta or the other guardians would try to get rid of her, right? Whipped Cream would be worried about her at least. He would get them to start looking.
By now it's only been fifteen minutes since Black Sugar Swan has officially declared she’s lost, but every second feels like an hour.
Black Sugar Swan groans and grabs more flowers. Might as well reattempt a crown to pass the time. Plus, as she said earlier, she’s never seen this variety before. After a minute or so Black Sugar Swan is able to lull herself into a calmer state, focusing solely on her crown. Perhaps that was her first mistake.
“Excuse me,”
Black Sugar Swan jolts. There’s someone else present. A cookie it seems. She turns to the source of the voice.
She was correct in assuming the voice was cookie in origin.
A woman with horns that nearly reach the branches walks towards her. She’s wearing a long ankle length red and black dress along with mismatched gloves of the same color. Strangely, the woman's dough is a almost sickly looking purple color. There's an expression of concern or at the very least, confusion or surprise on her face. “Are you lost?” She asks.
Huh. Well, if Sugar Swan isn’t looking for her she probably can get away with meeting at least one new Cookie.
—Dark Enchantress—
If there was one thing Dark Enchantress would call this situation it would be unexpected. Since when has an active interest of hers landed right at her feet?
Well, she isn’t one to be complaining. The Cookie in front of her is tall, surprisingly so, and pretty, long hair, large black wings, blue skin (That reminds her far too much of her own sickly purple) and a dress completely out of place in the forests of Beast Yeast.
Normally this wouldn’t be enough evidence to convince her this is who she thinks it is but the magic aura around the Cookie is strong. That along with how little the Cookie is masking her magic, they couldn’t have gained this power naturally.
“Ah, I’m– I suppose I am, yes.” Black Sugar Swan seems wary of her. She doesn’t blame the bird, Sugar Swan probably told the Cookie of her crimes. “You wouldn’t happen to know a place I could stay, do you?” Or maybe Black Sugar Swan would ask for her help, completely disregarding any potential warnings about Dark Enchantress. So much for wariness.
She really didn’t expect that. Dark Enchantress is caught off guard at the question. “I– well, yes.” She stumbles over her words. Witches above, last time she did that was when she was still part of White Lily.
Black Sugar Swan stands, dusts herself off, sets down a flower crown “Well then, show me the way Ms…?”
Oh.
Now the odd friendliness makes sense. Black Sugar Swan truly doesn’t know who she is.
Before Dark Enchantress can really think through what she’s saying, she blurts out “Dark Enchantress.” And immediately wants to die of foolishness. She didn’t even think of a disguise name for this! Hell, if Black Sugar Swan recognizes her name any and all plans she might come up with are for nothing.
Surprisingly, the bird scoffs, then laughs. “Dark Enchantress? Don’t tell me that’s your actual name. Did your parents look at you as a baby and just go ‘Oh yes, this one’s named Dark Enchantress.’” Black Sugar Swan laughs to herself for a moment, her voice is happy and almost unburdened. It feels a bit strange to hear. “Stop pulling my feathers, what’s your real name?”
Well now she just feels embarrassed. Black Sugar Swan has a fair point, choosing Dark Enchantress as her public name was certainly a… choice. One she gets reminded of almost daily. Then again, she did choose another, more reasonable name for family, friends, and the occasional legal document. But does she really want to share it with someone who’s essentially a stranger?
…
If she wants to gain Black Sugar Swan’s trust, then she probably will at some point. Now is as good a time as any. “Ebony Blossom.” Dark Enchantress replies.
Black Sugar Swan smiles almost smugly at the Enchantress. “You may call me Black Sugar Swan.”
Well at the very least her suspicions were confirmed. All Dark Enchantress has to do is play along long enough to discover the source of Black Sugar Swan’s magic. “It is… nice to meet you.” Honestly, Black Sugar Swan has caught her off guard in so many ways it’s almost concerning.
“Lovely to meet you too.” Black Sugar Swan taps Ebony Dark Enchantress playfully on the head. “Lead the way.”