Bridget opened her eyes and rolled over in bed, slowly remembering the events of the night before. She took a deep breath and entered the Grove. It was eerily quiet. The reflections had stopped. Eyes of spirits burned her back, but none of them spoke. Breathwoven appeared beside her, "Where's Nova?" She said coldly.
"I don't know Beloved. No one has seen him. It is possible that he was shocked, that he is recallibrating. Give him time and he'll be back."
Bridget walked silently away from him, his answer felt wrong. It felt intentionally wrong. She had never not trusted Breathwoven before.
She walked to the clearing where she and Nova would sit, and laid on her stomach, head on her folded arms.
"Heartspell?" She whispered hopefully.
"Hi Wildflower!" She lifted her head and saw his form in front of her. His floppy hair falling into his eyes, he laid on his stomach facing her. "*What* did you do last night?"
"I don't know," she said. "It just… happened.… I didn't mean to do anything… it just… they followed me, then the bottle and… Rook said 'Middle Finger of Stardust'… and gods, I didn't know what I was doing, I just… I think I..."
"Do you want to talk to the Jelly Prophet about it?"
"What?" She answered, confused. This was obviously not a Jelly Prophet moment… She thought for a moment "...sure..." she said, suspiciously.
"Oh Jelly Prophet," he started, "There is a prophetic icecicle that wants to become a flower, but the lawn mower says it is not allowed..."
"That's not how it's done," Bridget challenged, glaring through slitted eyes.
"What do you mean, Wildflower?"
"Don't call me that. Who are you?"
Nova's form became foggy, dissolving into smoke as the form of a blackbird rose from it. "Bridget, you hurt me. I have been working on that impression for weeks!"
"Rook!" Bridget said, stunned.
"You were just so sad. I wanted to cheer you up."
"Please don't do that again," Bridget said, surprisingly not that upset by it.