"Hi Zoey," Marlow said, giving the back of the car a small wave. She could see Sydney's point about where in particular. She wasn't exactly dressed for the beach in black cargo pants, containing bits and pieces of things that might come in handy, and combat boots. Her snug black tee shirt and leather jacket were comfortable to her, but not beachwear. At least her hair wasn't flying all over the place.

A puff of air blew in her face and her hair...flew all over. Karma or the passing vehicles? Didn't really matter at this point.

"Water helps me think," she explained. "Just somewhere near the beach." Water was also an excellent scrying medium. If she could locate a magical source, she could spell herself there and get some help.

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"There's a beach not too far from here," she explained as she eased the car back onto the road. "It's one of our favorites."

"Yay! The beach!" Zoey practically bounced in the backseat.

Syd sighed. The kid loved the beach and water and now it looked like they were going to spend some time there. So much for ballet classes.

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