[So after all the fun (and friction, but that was a given) with, the two Norse gods and Madigan, Amelia is almost tuckered out. Almost. She just took a few turns to find a good resting place, but before she knew it, the crowd of Vegas that increased by the hour made her lose sight of the other three.
In short, she's lost.
She's out on the streets by herself, trying to find her way to a familiar landmark of some sort. Maybe even a, I don't know, empty area for her to quietly and magically whisk herself back to her friend's sides. Las Vegas, however, just wasn't that kind of city that had any empty spaces. Everywhere there seems to be people, and MORE people around her, and not an ounce of breathing room to try to do things in secret. It was an almost torturous sensation, and worse when one was alone.
Amelia sort of hated that. She manages to find her way to the Bellagio near the fountains, pacing back and forth, pondering her next move. Maybe she could just go for a cab and leave the city? But how would she explain herself to Madigan? She wouldn't admit it easily, but she wanted to continue hanging out and-- oh man, there was school on Monday, she needed to remind her students to keep up with their readings of the Canterbury Tales.
All the while, the witch couldn't help, but get reminded of the many times she traveled with her teacher; they were faint memories since she was a child then, but they went to many places and she often found herself alone and restless, much like she was now.
The Bellagio fountains are playing a song for one of their shows, and she could hear the giggles and whispers of the sirens as they danced along with the streams of water, hidden from normal eyes and only a faint murmur to normal ears.
LATER THAT NIGHT (QUITE LATE ACTUALLY)
In short, she's lost.
She's out on the streets by herself, trying to find her way to a familiar landmark of some sort. Maybe even a, I don't know, empty area for her to quietly and magically whisk herself back to her friend's sides. Las Vegas, however, just wasn't that kind of city that had any empty spaces. Everywhere there seems to be people, and MORE people around her, and not an ounce of breathing room to try to do things in secret. It was an almost torturous sensation, and worse when one was alone.
Amelia sort of hated that. She manages to find her way to the Bellagio near the fountains, pacing back and forth, pondering her next move. Maybe she could just go for a cab and leave the city? But how would she explain herself to Madigan? She wouldn't admit it easily, but she wanted to continue hanging out and-- oh man, there was school on Monday, she needed to remind her students to keep up with their readings of the Canterbury Tales.
All the while, the witch couldn't help, but get reminded of the many times she traveled with her teacher; they were faint memories since she was a child then, but they went to many places and she often found herself alone and restless, much like she was now.
The Bellagio fountains are playing a song for one of their shows, and she could hear the giggles and whispers of the sirens as they danced along with the streams of water, hidden from normal eyes and only a faint murmur to normal ears.
She was hoping they weren't laughing at her.]