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While her ancestor (or was she really? It was awfully complicated) was trying to gather an army, Feferi was off doing a little adventuring of her own, just for the halibut. It didn't seem like there was much else she could do. The dreaming dead can only wander through memories familiar and foreign.
Feferi felt more comfortable conversing with the Horrorterrors than anyone else; she'd been raised by one, after all. She heard them whisper of the Muse of Space and went searching for her.
They had both been through so much. Platonic love can break hearts too.
