Nomad Anchor sat at the bottom of a lake. The magic gills formed around her neck allowed her to breathe, the cool waters and soft moonlight allowed her powers to focus. Her long dirty blonde hair curled out from her head in all directions like roving tentacles. Her mind rippled out, consciousness filling the small lake then seeping into the air to be carried by the wind. As the minutes ticked by she saw and felt more than she could ever remember but, as the trance ended only two of those things remained. The vague faces of two young women remained, both with the power to fight for this world.
With that knowledge she emerged from the depths and wandered back onto land as the first rays of morning broke over the trees all her.
Cosmic Anchor rested atop their vehicle running magic power up and down her weapon arm. It was only slightly bulkier than her left but in battle she could wrap it in a magic metal, causing it to grow several times larger than the rest of her body. Silvered Anchor pulled back on her bow and loosed a training arrow on a small target she’d pinned to a tree.
“How does it look out there?” Cosmic Anchor looked down at Nomad who draped herself in the towel that awaited her.
“Just the same two contacts. One is in town, the other appears to be moving away from us at high speed. I don’t know if I’ll be able to track her much longer.” Nomad called back drying herself off. Her whole body felt wet and gross. Why did she have to be an anchor? If she were an Anvil she could probably just use her powers by staring into a warm camp rather than a cold ass lake at nope o'clock in the morning. Actually, knowing her luck her powers would require her to set herself on fire.
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“Chase two rabbits and surely lose both.” Silvered whispered more to herself than the girls around her.
“Silvies got a point. Let the runner go for now, maybe we can catch her some other day.” Cosmic hopped down and walked over to the small camping burner they’d packed.
“Whatever. Let's just get this over with.” Nomad complained bitterly shivering . “How far are we from town?”
“Three as the crow flies, Five as the wheels turn.” Silvered muttered to no one in particular.
“Any sign of another magical girl?” Cosmic queried un-optimistically.
“None, however if she’s an adult I doubt I could track her unless she was actively using her powers.” Nomad picked a few wet leaves and a twig from her hair.
“Swift as an arrow.” Silvered muttered, picking up the scattered practice arrows and loading them back into their quiver.
“All right, pack up and we’ll hit the road.” Cosmic ordered turning off the portable burner and pouring hot water into her thermos. “We have a long day ahead of us.”
