<strong>Maggie Foss</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The dark realm, open field of the barrens<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: All<br/><hr/>Maggie raises the horn to her lips before stopping, her eyes wide and staring, as the others arrive.  "They're here--" she stays close by Robert, her back against his now as he rises with the elemental and pushes back at the darkness.  Even in the eye of the rising storm, the wind is enough to fly about her red hair and flap the loose sleeves and collar of her over-sized, denim jacket.<br/><br/>When Robert points out the figure atop the box cars, she springs to life.  "That's her!  Has to be--"  She immediately stoops to the ground, long fingers patting gently along the ground as she gathers up *something* from the ground, several of them, cradling whatever it is as if it is delicate before hurriedly scooping them into her pockets.  "Can you push one more time, Robert?  Throw them back as far as you can--" she presses her cheek next to his so he can hear her.  "We HAVE to get to her, all of us.  It's the only way out!"