Riley had been on her way to Moira's since she hadn't seen her friend in a few days. She figured it had something to do with the commotion she heard about. And probably James Thornton. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder, taking a short break once she reached the cottage. Riley's home wasn't exactly close to Moira's, and she was tired.

First she tried the door. When there was no answer, she rounded the corner of the cottage and started along the path to the ocean. If Moira wasn't inside her home, she had to be by the water. She smiled warmly when she saw the back of her friend, the wind blowing her hair and skirt around, beautiful blue images playing in the air - she was truly free at this moment. Riley thought twice about interrupting her, but she also knew Moira would chastise her if she didn't make her presence known and slipped away.

"I don't see my name written in that magic. Tsk tsk, Moira. I thought you loved me," she grinned.