the nights were long and cold and scary

[cold_magdalen]

Magda is sitting quietly in the Agora, muffled in winter velvet. She hasn't been back to Messina since the night of Morgana's party--hasn't seen her mother, or her wounded father, who she knows is somewhere--might be dead, might not, she doesn't know what Martel did to him and she finds that most of the time she doesn't care, let his blood be

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[ironshodboots]

Nazca is possibly the worst person ever to help a crying girl. On the other hand, she remembers Magda from the party at the Mare, and she's a friend at two degrees of separation by being virtue of being Sirius' date.

"Hey - are you hurt?" she asks, slowing on her way to Hermes' temple.

[cold_magdalen]

Magda looks up--the only thing obviously hurt is her dignity, as she wipes at her eyes quickly and says, "Nay--nay, I am not."

[ironshodboots]

"No blood at least, that's good." Nazca looks her over, critically. However, this means it's a emotions thing, which also means she's completely out of luck as far as knowing what to do.

"So, uh, anything you need help with?"

[cold_magdalen]

"I have never been so long from my home," quietly.

[ironshodboots]

"Oh." Nazca pauses, then says, "Well, neither have I," frankly.

"Why aren't you going back?"

[cold_magdalen]

Magda smiles at her hands, not a very nice smile. "My father is a murderer and my mother is a witch."

[ironshodboots]

"And they're put out with you?" Because these things by themselves don't strike Nazca as a reason to leave.

[cold_magdalen]

"I ran away. She sent him to bring me back."

[ironshodboots]

"How'd that go for him?" Nazca asks. She doesn't really 'perk,' but someone she could knife with impunity would brighten her mood.

[cold_magdalen]

"I think my Lord Martel hath slain him, but I know not."

[ironshodboots]

"Oh." Nazca tilts her head. "Would that be good, bad or both?"

[cold_magdalen]

"I do not know."

[ironshodboots]

She almost smirks. "...okay, fair. Well. First step would be to find out, wouldn't it?" No sense crying over spilt blood, but less sense crying over unspilt.

[cold_magdalen]

"An he lives, he is returned to Messina."

[ironshodboots]

"Do you know anyone who could go find out?" Problem solving in steps!

[cold_magdalen]

"Mayhap my--mayhap my brother."