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Molly was not so lonesome a figure as the being she was able to face. But she was, in a way, lonesome. Clad in a thick woolen robe, her old master's mark on her shoulder, she trudged through the snow and held her arms close. She had wanted solitude. That she could use refreshing her recovered memory as an excuse was, merely, that. Not that she was supposed to planeswalk as she had unaccompanied by the shielding presence of her mentor/master. He would be furious if, no when, he ever found out. Well, it hardly mattered. Molly would do what she pleased, and he could suck it.

The intellectual knowledge that he had little choice, that Maliki, at least, checked up on her from time to time, likely unseen, was a cold comfort. It was nearly as cold a comfort as knowing that Karato would be fine. After all, it was only a golem, like her own body, that had been destroyed. Tomorrow, she and Catherine would go to the school her mentor had left her to learn at and retrieve her actual body. Would Vexar know? Was he still on the run, with Rozzy and Maliki? She didn't know. Rozzy had been found, that much was clear, but were they all safe?

And if they were, why hadn't they come for her and Karato? That was what stung the most. She walked, unseeing in the snow, into the clash of ice upon ice, where Cryoface was training.