[@KatherinWinter] Leaving Magik's whereabouts vague. At this point she could be dead, rez'd as Darkchylde, or in the past with Doctor Strange.

[color=C17C8E]The arrangement progressed much too fast. She only just got on the island. She still had her hastily packed duffel bag. Nadya only wanted—

[i]Breathe. One. Two. Three.[/i]

Nadya nodded her head toward the somewhat shorter Cassey. "...Hello. I'm Nadya."  The young woman gripped the strap slung over her shoulder tightly. Cassey likely already knew who she was. Lovely.

"Help would be nice," she continued, quite proud of her level voice, effectively hiding her mounting nerves. "And, no, I don't have anyone to," she only paused a fraction of a heartbeat but paused nonetheless before finishing, "walk me down the aisle."

Nadya couldn't remember the last time she saw her mother.

Yet wasn't it because of her mother she agreed to this in the first place?[/color]