[color=lightskyblue]𝕎  𝕚  𝕝  𝕝  𝕠  𝕨[/color]

A concrete beast lurks beneath Leesburgh. It roots itself in the pipeworks of the sewers, like a parasite in someone’s veins. Willow is the only one who has seen the golem in its reduced form, as far as she knows. It fled west, and for a brief moment, Willow contemplated giving chase. But doing such a thing on her own, and with no shred of a plan beyond simple observation, she decided against it. At the very least, she has something to tell the others - those who are interested, mind.

She ascends from the ground and recorporealizes in front of the Mooncash. The ASA are now on the scene, pointing and yelling as they are prone to do. Willow watches them cordon off the site where the golem had emerged. She then turns her head, looking for her friends.

As it turns out, Helen and Elle are nearby, tending to a young boy who has suffered some form of injury - or at least, seeing him to the right people who [i]will[/i] tend to him. They don’t see Willow right away as she begins to make her way towards them, but then…

“Willow?”

It’s her father’s voice. She turns around. There he is, dressed in a white-and-red patterned sweater that looks more in season for Christmas than anything else. But it is [b]not[/b] Christmas today.

“Willow!”

She stands still as he runs to her, and immediately embraces her in a tight, worry-fueled, fatherly hug. She hugs him back, though not quite as visibly emotional about it.

“What happened?!” Lloyd Dendry’s voice is an audible combination of relief and distress. “You were supposed to call me! You were supposed to find somewhere to hide, [i]what happened[/i]?”

Willow thinks about telling him all about the golem and the pipe in the sewer tunnel.

“I hid underground.”

She decides against it. For now.

“Oh…” Lloyd is calmed some by his daughter’s dry response. “Right. Makes sense.” He releases his daughter from the super-hug and looks her straight in her freakish black eyes. “Where are your friends? Where’s Helen and Elle?”

“Over there.” She points to the two, nearby.

“Oh thank God…” Lloyd runs his left hand through his hair in a front-to-back maneuver. This is a frequent gesture of his, and the reason his light grey hair is always so messy. He turns to his left, seeing where the ASA are operating.

“What [i]happened[/i] here? What [i]was[/i] that thing?”

Willow looks on with him. She doesn’t say anything in response.

But she certainly wants to find out.