by Nailah Weaver » Tue Jun 14, 2016 1:59 am
Nailah curls up into a ball, whimpering, her hand still closed around the useless tracking chip. After a while she stumbles to her feet, hand on a nearby parked car to keep herself steady, the other wrapped around her side. She's gritting her teeth and while she's biting back tears right now, there's streaks in the dirt of her face. She tries to open her wings and winces, realizing she's in no shape to fly even just to a rooftop, much less back to Maldon. Stumbling along the sidewalk she pulls out her phone and starts dialing numbers until someone picks up, just going down the list of the few friends she has.
((Open to anybody who feels like getting a call from Nailah.))