Prez wasted no time, and in a fraction of a second she was in her mum's arms. She buried her face in her mum's shoulder so that her younger sister wouldn't see her cry, though from the violent shaking of her shoulders it could probably be figured out.
"Hey now. No tears."
She looked up to Luna, who affectionately put a hand on her cheek and wiped away a rogue tear with her thumb. "You're my big girl, right? Married with five more wonderful kids. What would little Tamora Jean think if she saw you crying like this?"
"You know my kids' names?"
"Sweetheart, I've been watching everything you've done for the past twenty years. And I'm so proud of you. So, so proud." Her eyes were looking moist too, so she added in, "Though I definitely would've said no to getting married to someone you just met less than a week before. Remember what happened in Frozen?"
Prez let out a little laugh, and her mum pulled her into another hug.
"I love you, Prezanika."
"I love you too, Mum. I missed you so much."
Moving in synchronization, both women opened their embrace and gestured for Girlie to join the hug. She sprinted into the group hug, and the three women gripped each other tightly, none wanting to let go ever again.
October Oaks stood outside the main council room, trying to hear what was going on inside. Occasionally she'd absentmindedly twirl a strand of her long blue hair or play with the golden locket that served as her portable translator.
She was a member of the Time Council. Well, more accurately, she was one of twenty beings that plotted out the future of every human being to ever be born. She didn't have any power over the major decisions, like the one going on right now. In fact, she was lucky to even have her job after helping her best friend, one of the Council's worst enemies, twenty years previously.
October inwardly cursed the thick metal door that blocked her hearing as she struggled to make heads or tails of the mumbling she was getting.
Suddenly, the door opened, and October straightened up, embarrassed at getting caught. Luckily, the only one to exit was a young woman with yellowish blond hair. Her cold silver eyes warmed a little when she saw the ghost.
"What's going on in there?" October asked, beginning to walk down the long, stark hallway with her friend.
"I wouldn't know. They unlinked me." Billie Cipher replied in an annoyed tone rarely heard from the calm dream demon.
"Do you think it has something to do with your brother?"
"Do you think my hair looks blond today?"
"Okay, yeah, I get it. Is there anything we can do this time?"
"We'll do what we've been doing the past twenty years. Do what we can from here."
"I wish we could do more."
"So do I, but do you honestly want to be banished to the Dreamscape? They could do much bigger, more fatal things with us out of the way."
"Touché. Well, until we know for sure what's happening, we're sitting ducks. Should we warn them?"
Billie closed her eyes, envisioning what was happening at that moment in the plane of reality her brother, his wife, and his wife's sister called home. The vision pulled a smile onto her face.
"Nah. I don't want to interrupt this, and we don't know anything for sure yet. No use causing a panic, right?"