With a shout, Darya breaks the choke-hold of the shabti, rolling out from its grasp and jumping to her feet. As Tony calls for the lunch break, the shabti stills, and Darya relaxes her stance. She glances at the commotion involving an unfamiliar golden-eyed girl, but with it seemingly under control, she shifts past the bunch and heads towards the kitchen. The note on the fridge pushes her back to her room instead, to an underlit fountain the size of a cat. Its mist throws a rainbow, which Darya slips a coin into and mutters her request.
"Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, accept my offering. Artemis, daughter of Poseidon."
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The shabti's crescent kick catches the side of Reagan's head, and they stumble backwards, catching their footing quickly. Before they can retaliate, Tony calls for lunch, and the shabti shuts down. Reagan pulls off the protective gear and stretches, keeping an eye on the situation with the new girl. They grin at the slight chaos and shift to stretch the other leg.
There's a traveler, an outsider, nearby. Close.
It's a nagging feeling in their gut, like they've left the stove on again. They've felt it a couple times, mostly when a new camper is stumbling around the outside of camp. Without calling attention to themself, they casually start winding back towards the front door. Grabbing a thin windbreaker, they slip outside quietly and start in the general direction of the signal.
