Sorcha nods and slings her bag over her shoulder. She bites her lip before surging forward. Her brow furrows as she tries to recall the procedure for leaving.
Khalida looks up from her phone with a polite smile. "Ready? Said your goodbyes?"
Asa arrives in Boston, rather irked by all of the loud hunks of metal. "They're awfully fast for shiny blobs," she mutters.
Asa frowns as she arrives at the battle arena from the vision. She whips out her spear when she sees a boy there, not knowing that it was someone else who had received the vision: Shawn.
Asa raises her eyebrows a little, smirking faintly in amusement. She shrugs. "Don't ask me. I just got here." She turns to the boy. "So who are you, exactly?" She approaches him.
Asa smiles brightly, her more cheerful side returning. "Nice to meet you! I'm Asa, daughter of Heimdall." She rests her spear on her shoulder as she looks around. She chuckles to herself. "I don't even want to know how long I've been dead."
Asa tilts her head. “Well, I guess it was so long ago judging by how much everything’s changed, and ever since I’ve never been outside of Folksvangr, never needed to, so I really don’t know. A few thousand years, maybe?”