When the all-encompassing light finally disappeared, the woman found herself just as she was a moment ago. The room was the same as well, wizard ornaments and magical doodads littered throughout. The woman idly took a sip of her martini, casually moving to peer out the window.
The landscape, at least, was far different than before.
The sky was brightly lit, though there was no sun to be found. Much of the light appeared to be emitted from the curious rainbow tinted rain that fell heavily from the orange clouds above. The landscape was dotted with white hills, pink structures, and an endless lake of bright swirling color. It all was quite breathtaking and, in the mother's opinion, rather beautiful.
The woman wasted no time to take in the sights, however. She left the window, taking quick but measured steps (she was already feeling kind of sauced, but it was really no big deal) down the hall and toward the front door.
Outside, the woman took a careful step on to the white sand, her mouth twisting into a smile. It was a marvel to her, to see such beauty. She found it fitting that she and her daughter would awaken in such a place. The mother only hoped that Rose was enjoying this as well.
She momentarily frowned at the thought of Rose. A part of her wanted considerably to head back inside and see her daughter, but she knew she'd never be able to explain what was to happen next. The mother probably wouldn't even be able to find words at all, as was so often the case. While she definitely wasn't an expert on the game of Sburb, she at least knew what her daughter's role in it was. She also knew that her daughter would be fine without her, and that the answers the mother sought were probably far from this land of light and rain.
The woman made her way to the mausoleum she had built for her daughter's late pet, Jaspers. Rose had loved the cat very much, and her mother had gone all out to make the grandest of funerals for him. The mother had taken great joy in the mausoleum she had made, for it had been a grand gesture of love for Rose on her part. The mother hadn't minded at all, having fondly remembered her own childhood pet. Unbeknown to Rose though, her mother had built a few secrets under that mausoleum, and now was the time to use one of them.
The woman made her way down through the bright tunnel, eventually coming to the hidden dock behind her home. She stared at the lone boat tied to the end of the dock, pausing to touch at her hair in the rainbow water's reflection. She knew she was stalling, considering not leaving at all. No matter how much confidence she had in her daughter, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of worry about leaving her.
Still, she really did believe in Rose, even if Rose didn't always feel the same way toward her.
With a wistful sigh, the senior Lalonde stepped into the boat. With one last sip of her martini, the woman untied the rope anchoring the boat to shore. She delicately placed the half-empty drink on the dock and started to paddle away from her home.
For once in Mom Lalonde's life, she figured now was definitely not the time to be drinking.
***
The senior Lalonde felt as if that boat ride had never ended. Physically, it ended, and her life had taken a strange turn to say the least, but metaphorically... that moment she chose to leave everything behind was the moment a new life began. A life shrouded in mystery and intrigue, to be sure. The senior Lalonde, having worked under the moniker of
Mom for quite some time now, wouldn't have had it any other way. Her only regret that she missed her dear daughter, as unruly and difficult as she was, every single day. As unfortunate as the situation was, Mom knew this was the only way.
One never discovered life's mysteries from the comfort of their own home.
The multiverse was an odd place, to say the least. No stranger than the entirety of Sburb, no doubt, but a strange beast nonetheless. The fact she had been brought to this place under unknown circumstances really hadn't phased her at all. The femme fatale tended to take just about everything in stride. It certainly helped that she held a flask under her jacket for exactly these kinds of situations. Or any kind of situation, for that matter.
"Oh, Krauser~" the woman cooed, having finally found a familiar face. The man was hardly a friendly face, but his attitude always seemed more amusing than an annoyance. He was certainly no
gentleman, however, not like a certain father she knew. Of all the men in her life, Krauser would not have been the one she chose to share a little adventure with.
"How's the arm?"
As she asked this, she looked casually upon the Nemesis creature lurking nearby. Such a brutish creature it was! It knew nothing of elegance, nor did it know a lick of fashion sense with that bulky black attire strapped to its large form. Mom smiled innocently at the creature, touching at her pink scarf and adjusting the wrapping around her neck. This scarf was such a treasure-- it would be a terrible shame if she were to ever lose it again.
"Is there a party going on that I wasn't invited to? Shame on you, I love planning parties. You should have seen the parties I used to throw for my daughter."
Mom casually pulled out her flask as she spoke this, a pleasant and airy smile on her face. Eyeing the four others standing nearby for a moment, the woman leaned her head back and took a quick drink. A splash of vodka hit the back of her throat, and the woman let out a satisfied sigh. She wasn't sure what to make of the others, but they were all men to be sure. If Mom were perhaps less in control of her faculties, this fact may have made her blush slightly, but thankfully she was a master of control. Or at least, that's what she would tell everybody~
"Delightful. Have all the guests arrived?"
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