NaTu

Zeb Ya

Script

Zeb: *reaches out his hand* You can be anything here. Even live in your own fantasy. *creates a field* You can even fool yourself. *turns around and appears as a much more white-mage Zeb* It is a danger of being a mind-mage. It's easy to get lost in your own fantasies.

NaTu: *jumps back*

Zeb: You try. *waves his hand out*

NaTu: I... I can't think of anything I want. Except for my Dad... back. Like he used to be.

Zeb: Well then, call to him.