[center][h1]Assorted Events[/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/nPaLjth.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/OPMf9l2.png[/img][/center] Mariette’s phone would ring from an unlisted number. Given she didn’t get very many calls there were only a handful of people it could possibly be. Her contact details were pretty tightly held to her chest. Mariette was located in Penrose, inside an abandoned apartment sitting on a couch with Eli nearby keeping the walls reinforced and darkness-blessed for stealth, looking through tiny portals to identify the current state of the forces around Penrose. It was irritating that she’d invested a fair amount of power to try to balance the strength standing against Beacon, only for their leader to get destroyed, so now Mariette was trying to assess how the survivors were faring and if they still held any form of unity, and perhaps just take her monsters back if she found them unworthy… when her phone rang. Mariette closed all portals before holding her phone up, and frowned. She was pretty sure she had the numbers of every person she’d given her number to registered. [color=077ae6]‘Eli, be close,’[/color] she said, and Eli skipped over to stand next to her. Mariette then created a portal underneath her, in case a quick escape was needed… then she answered. [color=077ae6]‘Who is this?’[/color] she asked, skipping to have any form of introduction. The voice on the other end also skipped the idle chatter. She would likely recognize the voice from observing the caller in the past, despite it being different when she was kidnapped of course. [color=khaki]”This is Janet Howell. Cindy Ford provided me your number because she may have need of your assistance.”[/color] Not someone Mariette had expected to hear calling her. Also not someone she’d have expected calling her on behalf of. [color=077ae6]‘… I see.’[/color] Baffling circumstances aside… [color=077ae6]‘What did she want me to help with?’[/color] [color=khaki]”She may need some product moved discreetly. She or I would do it ourselves, but it is very likely that the Ascendancy is tracking our movements. I don’t think I need to explain how that could go wrong pretty quick.”[/color] Mariette took a moment to process what she’d heard. She then gave the slightest noise of amusement, the first exhale of a would-have-been chuckle. [color=077ae6]‘How is she doing?’[/color] she asked gently, decently curious to hear this. [color=khaki]”Surprisingly well for someone that’s dead. But as they say, a mind is a terrible thing to waste.”[/color] Perhaps a not so subtle hint, depending on the portal girl’s uptake. It told Mariette all she needed to know. Still dead, but her mind was still around, somehow maintained by one or both the Howells. Explained why Mariette hadn’t seen her on the streets, and why the Ascendancy would be tracking a member of Beacon. [color=077ae6]‘I understand. Very well. I’m keen to hear the details.’[/color] Good, that was straight forward enough. [color=khaki]”As you well know the city is in chaos and Beacon is currently taking no prisoners. Cindy has been ‘given the opportunity’ to present redemption to those she wishes to protect. Likely a ploy to have us lead them where they want to go. I do not agree with their methods and firmly believe in second chances. Obviously.”[/color] Considering who she was talking to. She was no fan, but that didn’t change her mantra. [color=077ae6]‘Nice to hear,’[/color] Mariette said, in maybe audible irony. Janet would roll her eyes a bit, even though it couldn’t be seen. Or could it? Didn’t matter. [color=khaki]”Most of the details will have to be worked out at a later date. You won’t need to be present for the dropoff though.”[/color] Doubtedly she would want to be. Simply to be clear that Mariette did not need to put herself at undue risk. [color=077ae6]‘Very well. Now, do I do this out of my fealty towards our fallen queen, out of the goodness of my heart, or because I might one day gain something in return?’[/color] Mariette asked, albeit she’d already made up her mind. A rather expected question. [color=khaki]”I doubt there’s much to gain if the Ascendancy ends up killing everyone or The Mint takes over the city. Doesn’t take much to guess that neither of us are fans of Justine being in town either though.”[/color] Mariette gave another little noise of mild amusement. [color=077ae6]‘Very true. Alright, I will deliver your goods. It’s what my powers excel at, after all. Would it be too much to tell me what they are?’[/color] Tell the truth, lie, make up nonsense? Eh, not like she couldn’t get a hold of it afterward if she really wanted. Mariette was resourceful. [color=khaki]”Depends on what Cindy can make happen. You’re welcome to one if you’d like. Never know when you might need an out.”[/color] [color=077ae6]‘…’[/color] Mariette wasn’t very impressed with the vagueness. It meant asking further questions was meaningless. But very well. She’d take that as permission to examine the contents. [color=077ae6]‘Alright. You have my number. Call me again with the details. Naturally, I will scrutinize them, I can’t ever entirely trust the word of a member of Beacon, as you can imagine, but I am prepared to do my part for Cindy.’[/color] [color=077ae6]‘Just one more thing I’m wondering, however,’[/color] Mariette continued. [color=077ae6]‘What is Cindy’s next ambition? What does she- and you -hope to achieve with this exchange?’[/color] Ah, this she could answer more directly. [color=khaki]”Penrose is being torn apart in a war. Escalation will see a lot of unnecessary pain and death of those caught in the crossfire. The goal is still the same, protect those under her charge. All that changes is the method. Many run to The Mint for fear of Beacon. Beacon seeks those out for their corruption. If Beacon has no reason to target them then we solve both problems."[/color] That statement basically confirmed to Mariette what the package contained. [color=077ae6]‘Did Cindy really decide that? Truly? “Because Beacon won't change, we must change to stay safe”? … Death has a way of putting things into perspective, I see,’[/color] Mariette told, her tone completely neutral as she did. [color=077ae6]‘Still, it is not my concern. I will deliver the package, giving them the alternative. That should suffice, should it not?’[/color] Janet bit her tongue. If only things were so simple. [color=khaki]”That will, yes.”[/color] [color=077ae6]‘Will that be all for now, then?’[/color] Mariette asked. [color=khaki]”Yes.”[/color] [color=077ae6]‘Alright. I’ll look forward to your next call.’[/color] Janet would hang up after thanking Mariette. She looked at the phone for a moment before shocking it to death. This was not one of her favorite plans. But between Cindy, the Ascendancy breathing down their neck, and a number of other things keeping Mariette on reasonable terms was necessary. They were certainly walking a thin line. [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/y3ouq9Z.png[/img][/center] Alicia making the arrangements, and Rachel allowing the meeting, Cindy walked through Beacon HQ to meet up with Hyun Long. Thus far she hadn’t done much other than allow the twins to work. It was not the most ideal prospect, but considering when the other was dormant they couldn’t tell the passage of time it was not as grating as one might expect. She’d gone on one patrol with Penny before meeting with the Inquisitor and she’d been seen leaving after. Rumor of who she could be was beginning to stir in Beacon. So far her name hadn’t been leaked. Still it was known that she was something of an outsider permitted to come and go. How closely she was watched though when on site was pretty obvious to most everyone. Cindy stepped up to one of the interrogation rooms situated in the basement floor of the Beacon HQ; a familiar place to Janet Howell, but not one to the girl who entered. And there, sitting at the opposite end of a table was a girl whom Cindy recognized with difficulty; Hyun Long. She lifted her head up as she saw Cindy, looking confused. "You wanted to speak with me, correct?" She seemed wary of Cindy. Walking as she studied the girl a bit her expression was rather curious. Taking a seat she calmly placed her hands on the table where they could be seen. [color=cyan]”That is correct. I wanted to know how you are. As you see I also find myself in a rather unexpected position with Beacon.”[/color] She would offer a slight smile and a nod. [color=cyan]”I have to say, I almost did not recognize you. This is the first time seeing the results of the White Coin. I must admit I am impressed at its capabilities.”[/color] Waving a hand she dismissed the thought. She was not here to gawk at such. A slight expression of concern crossed her as she leaned forward. [color=cyan]”As I said though, I am here to know of your experience. You appear well. Lovely even. I hope the transformation was not unpleasant. Have you been treated well?”[/color] She seemed genuinely concerned. Despite their past Hyun was still one of her girls. Offering her to be present at the rave was her fault and a grave mistake in hindsight. Hyun’s eyebrow rose. “Well, I am doing fine, physically speaking. As for my feelings, I am still a bit...” Hyun turned silent. “Wait, what do you mean by an unexpected position?” She examined the girl over. “Have we met before?” Closing her eyes for a moment Cindy would press her lips together. Perhaps they had simply told Hyun that someone wished to speak with her. [color=cyan]”Ah, they did not explain to you then. Had I known you were unaware I would have had Janet walk in and explain the matter. Whom were you expecting to speak with?”[/color] She watched to gauge the girl’s response. Hyun bit her lip. “Well, I wasn’t really sure. I’ve been kept in training away from the others, so I haven’t met many of my fellows. I suppose it’s because of my past…” She averted her eyes. [color=cyan]”I see.”[/color] She would clear her throat. [color=cyan]”Well, that is interesting to hear. But as to your query, yes. We have met before. A great many things have changed in a short time. No doubt you have heard that Cindy Ford was killed. While word may be true, it does not fully reflect reality. For her mind was preserved by a Beacon girl. And along side her own consciousness they both exist. That girl sits before you now.”[/color] She spoke calmly and folded her hands together, leaning her elbows against the surface of the table. Hyun put a hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp, taken aback by the reveal. "Unbelievable! So you're not truly Cindy, but a memory of her? I don't know what to say." She held her head, looking confused. "I've had enough to think with my own transformation, let alone yours." The reaction was well enough, and Cindy sat back a bit. [color=cyan]"That is indeed the case. You needn't worry about my state at this time. The Beacon girl, Janet, has been most amicable and we have come to a mutual bond. We both wish to see Penrose restored and a peace between our people. It has been an unusual learning experience for me."[/color] She would Muse. She would not stick on the subject of herself too long. [color=cyan]"I apologize for what you have gone through. I realize now I must be more cautious with whom I align. By allowing you to be at the rave I put you and many others in undue danger."[/color] Cindy was holding herself notably more responsible for events than she ordinarily displayed. A facet of leadership often ignored by the girl. [color=cyan]"While Janet and I have agreed to work together, I am still curious about the rest of Beacon. This White Coin of theirs is intriguing and I wish to know how you're been treated thus far."[/color] She would leave her query at that. Hyun blinked, and looked down. “Peace...That is something I have yearned for a long time...And I had finally been granted it.” She looked at her open hand. “For so long, a terrible void gnawed at me from within. Usually, I could keep it under reins, like a flood door. But then, that happened...” She sighed, and listened to Cindy. “It’s alright. You took me in and granted me a safe location, where I could be away from the others, away from temptation. It wasn’t your fault that it happened.” She nodded at her statement, and then looked up at her. “At first, when I woke up, the Inquisitor was there, and asked me many questions; who I was, and so on. It was what I expected, but then, she asked me that I could atone, that I could work to set things right. To someone like me, that was incredible. They let me train and become a Beacon magical girl, despite all the terrible things I’ve done...I can’t thank Beacon enough for their forgiveness.” Somewhere deep inside, there was still a small part of Cindy that hoped what Hyun was saying wasn't true. It was from an old bitter girl that couldn't quite let go. Things were different now though. Had she heard this a couple weeks ago she wouldn't have believed it. Still, it meant that in some shape or form Rachel wasn’t entirely lying to her. [color=khaki]"I am glad to hear of this. Do you suppose there are others like yourself that would accept the same offering?"[/color] Hyun nodded. "Absolutely. While it can be very strict in Beacon, and your every move is closely followed, it also means you're with people who actually care for you. Back when I was corrupted, I ate all my friends…" She stated with a tone of remorse. "But now, I can have friends and not worry about having them as my next meal. Not to mention the family they are preparing for me." She took a picture from her wallet and showed it to Cindy. "They live out of town, but they promised I can be adopted soon." She smiled sweetly as she looked at it. "I know girls who would kill for that." Cindy would look at the photo. She’d clashed with the twins and Alicia just a bit over the Fake Parents thing. Seeing Hyun’s joy of being adopted though took her by surprise. Was a normal family really something so coveted? The girl sat down and exhaled a bit. A lot of what she believed was being challenged in ways she never imagined. The White Coin was only the latest way that Beacon could purify corrupted girls. However, Beacon has had their ritual for ages. She wondered to herself how many she may have dissuaded from something they wished to have. [color=cyan]”Mm… I must consider this. Might there be any other matters I should know of?”[/color] She would lean back in her seat and cross her arms. She very clearly was thinking through everything being told to her. Hyun lightly pushed her hair aside as she thought. "Well, I suppose that I was surprised by how I no longer felt a connection to my old Patron. The White Coin transformed that magical connection on use. So if the people want to try that, they should know all the details." Cindy would nod. [color=cyan]"Yes, I will be sure to detail that. Might there be anything you would like me to tell the others?"[/color] “Uh...I don’t know,” Hyun replied. “I was never really good at talking to people. Just let them know I’m doing fine, and that I’m much happier after my purification.” [color=cyan]”Very well, I shall do that. It pleases me to know that you are doing well and are being cared for. It is what I truly wanted.”[/color] It felt as though things were winding down at this point. Before getting up to leave however she would give a bright smile. [color=cyan]”Perhaps once you’ve become more adjusted and things are restored we can meet again and talk in a more casual atmosphere. You can tell me all about your new life. There is yet more work to be done in the meantime.”[/color] Hyun nodded. "Yeah. I will." Before Cindy left the room, Hyun went up to her and hugged the shorter girl. "Thank you for visiting. It's good to see a familiar face." If not for Jenna and her parent's seeming need for hugs Cindy might have reacted differently. This was also someone familiar though, and one of the few she could feel truly safe around in Beacon. [color=cyan]"Agreed. I have needed such myself."[/color] Letting go the two parted ways. Cindy came away with all the more to think about. [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/IFtEXyF.png[/img][/center] Requesting to speak with the Cardinal, the twin's had to wait a while before being granted any access. Even when they were given permission to speak with her it was only going to be for a few minutes and they were going to be watched. The last requirement was assumed given Cindy’s presence. Either way they were escorted to where Ishtar was waiting. The leader’s recovery was still clearly underway as she was confined to a wheelchair. Seating being provided Janet and Jenna would make use of the chairs. [color=khaki]”Cardinal.”[/color] She would address the girl respectfully, but in return, she was met with a weak, pitiful look. The Cardinal had one hand wrapped in a white cast with golden runes inscribed on it, and holding it with her other hand. She also had darkened eyebags that showed signs of her insomnia. She first attempted to say something, but nothing could be heard as she parted her lips. Then, when she tried again, the twins barely heard her utter: “...Helewisa...” The two were rather confused. They considered trying to see what she was thinking, but that would be a bad idea. Better to just ask. [color=plum]”Who is Helewisa?”[/color] Jenna would ask both the Cardinal and the other girl in the room. The assistant girl shook her head. The Cardinal slowly reached out to Jenna with her unwrapped hand, seemingly wishing to hold hers. “...The black monster...She is....my sister...” She answered, each word seemingly straining her. “...She tried to...save me...And...she...needs me...” Very gently taking the hand, Jenna would try and sort out the broken sentence. She hadn’t been there for the whole fight, but the only one she could think of that matched that description of that night was the one she teleported. [color=plum]”...The...berzerker?”[/color] Her tone uncertain. The Cardinal’s grip was weak on Jenna’s, seemingly requiring effort on her part not to lose hold of it. She slowly nodded. “...Thank you...for saving me...” She then said, and managed what could be interpreted as a smile. “...You gave me...another chance to...see her...before she disappears...again...” Very slowly and carefully Jenna would allow some of her healing magic to stabilize Ishtar. She didn’t want to stress her any more than needed, for now while they were in contact it should ease her pain and make speaking less of a struggle. [color=plum]”It was our pleasure. But everyone else helped too.”[/color] Having to bail at one point the two weren’t going to take more credit than they thought was due. The magic seemed to help with relaxing Ishtar’s hand and voice, even if it wasn’t a major improvement. “Yes...That is right.” She frowned. “I heard about...What happened. Terrible loss...” She lowered her head down, but managed to lift her eyes up to the twins. “Oh, I’m...sorry. Did you want to ask...something?” Even though the moment was sad, Janet would offer an encouraging smile and words. [color=khaki]”It’s quite alright. It hasn’t been easy on any of us.”[/color] She would pause for a moment. [color=khaki]”We suppose our question is related to why you were here from the beginning. Were you seeking some kind of peaceful resolution?”[/color] There was much more she could add to that question. Throwing a bunch of things that needed answering would probably be asking too much. Best to keep them simple. The Cardinal nodded again. “I wanted to ensure...The Ascendancy does not...go to extremes. But...I failed...” She now began to shed tears. “Now...There is blood on the streets...And if this continues...” She released Jenna’s hand, letting it droop from the side of the wheelchair. “Please...Tell Alicia...to not give up. She can save Penrose...But only if she...has the courage to...do the right thing.” Leaning forward further Jenna would take Ishtar’s hand to reconnect her with her magic. [color=plum]”We’ve learned a lot since that night. The details we can discuss some other time. For now, know that what’s happened isn’t because of anything you didn’t do.”[/color] Breaking into a big smile she would speak confidently. [color=plum]”And if we know Alicia, she’ll never give up. She’s not alone either. We’re working on it.”[/color] Ishtar sniffled, and now reached out with her wrapped hand as well. “Thank you, Janet, Jenna...I’m glad to have met you.” Janet wasn’t entirely sure what the Cardinal intended when reaching out, but either way she would take the wrapped hand caringly. [color=khaki]”Trust me, the feeling is mutual.”[/color] Ishtar smiled, seemingly having forgotten the condition of her hand. Suddenly, the assistant girl called out: “Visiting time is now over.” She took hold of the wheelchair, and began to slowly turn the Cardinal away from the twins. Ishtar herself still continued extending the wrapped hand, until finally she returned it to her lap. “Goodbye for now...Janet and Jenna. I believe in you,” she said as she was being taken out of the room. Five minutes already? [color=plum]”W-wait, there’s one more thing. Please.”[/color] She would plead standing up. The caretaker would probably not stop, but Jenna would follow just a bit. [color=plum]”We were given a message. The new Queen after Cindy, she’s not opposed to peace and is willing to talk to Janet and I.”[/color] She wasn’t expecting much from Ishtar herself, but perhaps something could be worked out so they could operate more freely. Ishtar had just crossed the doorframe when she suddenly gripped the doorframe with her hand, stopping the wheelchair from moving and surprising the assistant. “Cardinal!” She yelped, and moved over to remove the hand. The blonde girl turned her head back while the assistant was distracted, and gave an affirmative nod before she was swiftly rolled out, disappearing behind the corner. Well, they got the message across. No telling how that would end up. Suppose they would just have to wait and see if it resulted in anything. Still, they had managed to lift the girl’s spirits which was potentially more than they expected. The two would exit without any further fare. [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/M7HGDyg.png[/img][/center] The cold wind blew across the city. Winter almost made the city feel normal as more people stayed indoors and the snow covered up some of the minor damage scattered about. There was one area that needed a significant amount of work that had mostly been fixed up by the magical community. Entirely unrelated to the recent conflict. Quiet and lonely, the silence was only broken by the whistle of the wind and the crunch of the snow underfoot. Bundled up in a warm coat a girl trudged her way between headstones. She would occasionally stop and scrape away snow from some of the names etched into the stone and plaques. She'd gotten some information from a few people about things that had happened here. It wasn't enough though. So she decided to come and see for herself. Inevitably she would find what she was looking for, the resting place of Amber Bianchi. Standing there in silence for what felt like forever she took out a small bundle of flowers and lay it on the grave. They would be frozen before long but that didn't matter. She wanted to say something but the right words simply wouldn't come. While no one else was around she would look up when she heard someone speak. [color=lightgray]"Poor girl. She doesn't know does she?"[/color] A translucent figure of a woman stood next to an equally ghostly man a couple plots away. [color=gray]"I doubt it sweety. But that's probably for the best."[/color] The man and woman would pause briefly as Hilde turned her head and looked directly at them. It wasn't the most unusual thing to happen. Many people would claim to feel the presence of spirits. The girl however continued to stare and after a moment she took a step in their direction. [color=steelblue]"What don't I know?"[/color] She would ask them directly. For once the tables were turned and the two were spooked by this ordinary looking girl that could see and hear them. People would visit and talk to those they left behind all the time. No one ever directly responded. The man would hold a hand out to one side and slowly raise it over his head. The girl followed his movements curiously. [color=gray]"Y-you can see us?"[/color] He looked surprised and maybe a bit frightened. Blinking several times Hilde would nod. [color=steelblue]"I can."[/color] This was not something she had expected. Her patron didn't exactly leave her a guide on how her magic worked. So far a lot of it had been trial and error. The bounty with Connie and visit to Ronin for example. [color=steelblue]"What don't I know? Please, tell me. I need to know."[/color] The woman seemed hesitant to say for a moment but eventually would mumble. [color=lightgray]"Your sister's grave is... it's empty."[/color] Sister? Ah, she did look an aweful liek her. She would let the assumption slide in this case. It was a rather strange thing to learn. Did magical girl disappear when they died? [color=steelblue]"Why is it empty?"[/color] She asked calmly. [color=lightgray]"Someone took her. We don't really know who. But they eventually came back and there was a big battle. We didn't see much of it from here. Rumor was she appeared again in the catacombs."[/color] The two clung to one another as the girl took in the information. She would look around for a moment, trying to identify where the catacombs were. The place had changed a lot and the structure that normally would have stood above it had been demolished. [color=steelblue]"Where are the catacombs?"[/color] Her eyes were wide. The man would point off toward the center of the yard. [color=gray]"It's not as easy to find as before. I wouldn't advise going inside. They're still making repairs."[/color] Looking off absently she would start moving in that direction. [color=steelblue]"Thank you."[/color] As Hilde was walking off the woman would call after her. [color=lightgray]"Miss![/color] The girl would look back. [color=lightgray]"If it isn't much trouble, could you perhaps come back some time? We don't get many visitors."[/color] She would say sullenly. Hilde started at the request. She was so caught up in her own head she barely even thought of the two. And the request, as simple as it was, was tragic. [color=steelblue]"I can."[/color] She shook her head and drug out a smile. [color=steelblue]"I will, I promise."[/color] She looked around the rest of the place. She wondered how many others still lingering here had the same story. The girl might be coming here a lot. Making her way to the leveled structure she could see the entrance to the catacombs. They'd been gated shut to prevent anyone from getting in. A quick glance around to be sure no one was watching. [color=steelblue]"Through the past we forge the future."[/color] She would say her incantation and transform. She didn't want to damage the gate, so now that she had access to her magic she would simply teleport past. While the spaces below had been held together by magic during the conflict, in the time after the chunk of earth had settled and some portions were copletely closed off. Most of the tombs that couldn't be salvaged had been cleared out, the contents moved to another space. That didn't mean the spirits had left though. Finally coming to the room that had held the alter she looked around. This space felt creepy. [color=steelblue]"Hello?"[/color] There was nothing for a moment until another answered. What looked like a small child stepped into the room. He looked at the girl. He then glanced at the alter for a moment before turning back to Hilde. [color=powderblue]"What are you doing back here?"[/color] He skipped on over to the Spirit girl. Hilde would look around the space again. She wasn't getting any sensation that she'd been here before. [color=steelblue]"I'm... not sure I know what you mean."[/color] She would kneel down a bit to be eye level with the boy. He would stare into her eyes for a moment, which was rather chilling even over the cold. Seeming to take hold of her face in between his hands he leaned left and right to look at her more closely. [color=powderblue]"Yeah. That was your body. How'd you get it back? I thought it turned into a pirate."[/color] He stepped back as Hilde stood. Thinking there was some kind of misunderstanding she shook her head. [color=steelblue]"No, she was already a pirate. She looked a lot like me but I'm pretty sure was smaller."[/color] She corrected. The boy was not convinced. [color=powderblue]"She didn't look like you at all. She was tall, and had red hair, and a really cool hat!"[/color] He would make gestures with his hands. [color=powderblue]"And she sailed away on a flying ghost ship."[/color] He held his hand over his head as if it were flying. Hilde was rather confused at this point. What had happened here? Rubbing her head in frustration she looked up at the ceiling. Janet had cooped a soul and someone else the body? What kind of madness was this? She felt a tug on her cape and she looked back down. [color=powderblue]"Can you set me free? I want to see mommy and daddy but I don't know the way."[/color] His lip trembled. Leaning down again she would reach out and ruffle the boy's hair. [color=steelblue]"Sure. I think I can do that."[/color] While she wasn't entirely sure what the boy meant her magic told her enough. Holding her scepter she waved it around over the boy. A mist came out and as it flowed over him. Playfully he stuck his hands in the mist and they disappeared. This didn't seem to bother him at all as he smiled brightly. [color=powderblue]"Thank you!"[/color] The mist rolled over him and he vanished leaving Hilde alone again. Setting her weapon down she would lean on it. That felt good and she couldn't help but smile. She was beginning to see that her magic was a whole lot more than met the eye. This whole experience left her with more questions than it did answers though. There was someone else out there that might be in the same boat as her. Heh, boat. Wait! If it was a ghost ship then her magic should be able to find it. Assuming it was still around. Something to keep an eye out for. Lingering for a while longer it didn't seem that there was much else to learn here. She would make her way out and untransform. Taking one last glance around she definitely knew she would need to be back here soon.