Location: Sierra Trail
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Andy had done her best to hold it together. She hated that as soon as they had come out of the Labyrinth there had been a fight. She wanted to rest. She wanted to grieve a little. Of course, she knew that she and Arthur, and Nancy and Niah would go for Mads. There was no way they'd let her stay down there. But she had watched her aunt, her only blood family turn to dust. Andy didn't know how long it took for monsters to reconstitute, but the time between that and them being able to rescue Mads was too long, it didn't matter how long.
There were arms wrapped around her. She hadn't even realized it at first. But she was crying into them. The person felt comforting, like hot cocoa on a cold day. After a moment she was able to pull herself together again. She nodded.
"We were in the Labyrinth. My aunt...she is in Tartus." She wasn't going to explain everything about Mads, but that was what the others needed to know. That was what Niah already knew.
It was raining...Was that her fault?
Location: Sierra Trail
Skills:
Niah frowned looking up at the clouds that had formed. That'd make sending an Iris message more difficult. She needed light to make the rainbow. She wasn't certain if the storm had been Andy's doing, or if it was just the mist's way of covering the sudden lightning storm the child had created. Niah let Perseophne handle comforting Andy and walked a few feet away to try to get an Iris message sent.
Getting a rainbow was the tough part. It was raining. But finding a spot where some sunlight shone through to make the proper rainbow was harder than expected. It took her a moment to find a spot that seemed right. She did the normal thing and tossed one of the Greek coins, but nothing happened. She adjusted her position. The rainbow was there...but weak. She quickly tossed the coin and asked Iris to connect her to Nancy.
An image of Nancy appeared. She looked like she had been crying, and Niah couldn't see her all that well. The image was distorted and fuzzy. It brought to her mind a memory of when she was little and holding the rabbit ears of the TV to try to improve the reception. She smiled at the old memory and the face of one of her best friends.
"Nancy, I don't know how well this will hold. It is raining here and there are clouds, so the rainbow can disappear any moment." She trailed off. How do you tell your friend that the third part of their soul is gone?
"I love you, Nancy."