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[hollystrike]

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[hollystrike]

[It's only a little headache... but yes, that's her truth for the day.]

What sort of friend do you think I am?

[angelofthevored]

A loyal one.

I need to go. I'll send you a text message once I find something out.

[hollystrike]

Best of luck, angel.

24 hrs later - text

[angelofthevored]

Do you have any methods of tracking? Aside from typical locator spells.

[hollystrike]

I failed Location Magic 101. I could ask the local wisp population, though, if you like.

[She already has, but maybe it'll be different this time.]

[angelofthevored]

It would be a waste of time. Some of the spells I used rely on local magic.

There is nowhere to land on the Marvisa. If I could safely leave my vessel I would just force my way inside, but if I'm sent back to the Fleet for trying then I could harm someone.

[hollystrike]

[Welp. Her only other method of tracking is scent, and that's generally useless across the void of space. Still, while she's unsettled at the sudden vanishing, she's heard of this happening before.]

Did you know people vanish from time to time? He's never coming back, you know. At least, I'd hope not.

[angelofthevored]

I'm aware.

[And yeah, he follows you Katie, but he can't. He just cannot wait patiently when a Winchester is in danger. It's not within him to do so.]

[hollystrike]

[She wishes she could help. Wayfare is an art that's meant to get her into impossible places, but the Marsiva is still beyond her. So her response to that is a long time coming.]

Maybe you'll have better luck. I'll wish for it. Maybe.

[angelofthevored]

Thank you. If it's something that can be done, I will retrieve Sam. You have my word.

[hollystrike]

[...carefully worded promise there. She wonders how deliberate it was. It's a good one. She'll leave the conversation there, though, just leaving a tiny smiley instead.]

:)