Darcy found Sigyn outside Stonehenge, where she had attracted a small gathering of onlookers. Though she supposed that was to be expected when someone materializes in a flash of light in the middle of an ancient historical site and tourist attraction. She found her sitting underneath a small tree by the side of the road, with her knees pulled up to her chest, unmoving even when Darcy pulled up and got out of the car.
“Hey.” She crouched in front of her. “You alright?” Dumb question; Sigyn just lost her husband, but it seemed like the right thing to ask at the time.
“The last time that fucking portal brought me here, it dropped me in a forest in the middle of nowhere. This time it…everyone saw me. They saw me land in the middle of some ancient rock formation.”
“Yeah, well, lucky for you, most of us are a little more used to weird things happening now,” she said, extending her hand. “C’mon. Let’s get you out of