#convo03: nina

[tildaballantine]

Date: November 18, 2020 Time: 11:15am Location: Nina’s Home

@ninaismail​

Maybe its her fault for not knowing for almost four days, maybe she missed the moments of searching. Its too late to scour the woods, and walking Fiona’s path with her weary looking uncle is a little too much for Tilda to handle. This is Lethe though, and she’s got other avenues, and if one them potential hates her guts, so be it. Its not hard to find Nina Ismail, she just follows the trail of exasperated judgment until she finds her -- that is, she badgers a source into spilling the beans and then invites herself over to Nina’s home and knocks on the door like its a normal visit. And maybe it looks that way to others with Layla strapped to her chest the way she is, but Tilda’s face is all business when the door opens. “I didn’t think you’d come back to Lethe,” she says bluntly by way of greeting, though both have been in town long enough to know the other was there. From her pocket, she unfolds a missing person’s flyer. Its crumpled, and worn, and its the one someone handed to her in a news room on November 4th, the first time she realized Fiona was gone. “Have you seen these around town? I’ve seen dozens, and you’d think with the amount of people in this town someone would have contacted you about it.” But she doesn’t think so. Nina is the witch of the century, and Lethe treats it like an empty title, but Tilda isn’t a fool. She holds Nina’s eyes, trying to convey sincerity, and she thinks it comes across like desperation. “You don’t owe me anything, I get that you probably hate my guts for something that imbecile of a brother did, but...  She’s my friend, she’s my daughter’s godmother, and she’s a good person.”