“Hey, Entwine! Glad you could make it.” Griffonage gave the girl a friendly wave to accompany her greeting, abandoning her casual lean and uncrossing her legs as she took her seat. Conscious of how much of her face was covered, she turned fully towards the other hero as she spoke to her, and made sure to exaggerate her gestures a little so that her enthusiasm came across. “Haha, thank you! I figured we’d need a little light. And marshmallows are a great idea for next time, if you want! I bet I could set up a firepit or something so we could roast them.”
A fire would also help warm the place up, she thought, tucking her feet a little closer to the bottom of her seat as she turned her head just slightly and considered the vast, moonlit ocean gently eddying a decent way away from them. Every so often, a breeze would blow over the water at just the right angle to twine through the supports of the boardwalk, carrying the scent of brine and dropping the temperature a few degrees before blowing out again.
It wasn’t quite cold, but it was a little chillier than it had been when the sun was out. If they kept this meeting place, she might have to reconsider her tank top choices in a few weeks.
The arrival of Transformer drew her attention from the question before she could answer it, and she greeted the girl with another wave, gesturing towards the free seats. “Hi! No worries.”
A new shape came trudging across the sand soon after, quickly resolving into a familiar face. It was Fortuna, the last member of their group, who plopped down on Griffonage’s other side, thus completing both the circle and the mental checklist she’d been keeping. Seeing her frazzled state, she gave the girl a smile. Then, remembering that her smile couldn’t be seen from behind her mask, she gave her a thumbs-up.
Her smile faded just slightly at the question, and she sighed, tilting her head to the side and rubbing her neck sheepishly. “Actually, no. Sorry. I’m a bit behind on my homework, and I have to finish all of it before I can use the lab for anything else. But I’ve still got it, and I’ve poked at it a little bit.”
Undoing the clasp on the pocket that held the marble, she pulled it out, holding it between two fingers and briefly examining it before holding it out over the lantern so everyone could see it. “It looks like there’s a little seam around the middle. And this part,” she tapped a gloved finger against a particular part of the sphere, “looks like it might be a slightly different color than the rest. Other than that, though, it just kind of looks like a marble. I don’t really know what to make of it.”
Shrugging, she sat up straight again, rolling the marble between her fingers before offering it to Entwine.