minimally plotted starter for @thoughtchaos
Two years...at least here it had been two years. Turns out time doesn't work the same way on every planet but...that wasn't the point right now. The point was she was back, and things were...tense. She was different now. Physically she looked different. Tan skin, she had a slightly more muscular build. Becca wasn't the same. Her green hair held back with a crown like headband...and a dagger on a belt at each hip.
There was a sense of erratic worry under her skin, she knew something was coming, something that would change everything...but right now all she cared about, was seeing her friend...so when she called out her voice sounded foreign to her own ears saying a name she hadn't spoken in far too long. ...Wanda?
