This place was so foreign to Emmy, so confusing. It would take her some time to get used to this place, to feel comfortable with all the new beings she was meeting. She had never met a were before, so this was all a new experience for her. So much had happened since she walked off the boat tonight...so much so that she was beginning to get a headache from it all. Too much stimulation. Her body was tired but her brain was reeling. She wasn't sure where to go from here. She knew she just had to keep on walking.
She asked the other if she knew of Alex's family, but the name hadn't rung a bell. She didn't suppose it would. Alex's family was small and fairly average. They weren't big business owners or politicians. They were just your average family trying to make ends meet. While she was sad to know that she still didn't have a lead, she couldn't fault the other.
When she asked if she knew anyone who could control storms like her, she sighed again. She had never met anyone who could control the weather like she could. She supposed if she was going to learn to control her powers, she would just have to learn on her own time. Maybe she could find an unpopulated place where she could practice. Perhaps.
However, she cocked her head to the side to look at the other as she began to give her options. First she spoke of a witch who could control water. While it wasn't the same, she might have some leads. Poor Emmy was already suffering from too much knowledge too quickly and didn't even ask how she was bound to another witch. She feared it might give her a headache. The second option sounded a little more promising. If her mate could mimic her powers, maybe he could help her. "I'll do anything not to hurt anyone anymore." Emmy was tired of her powers killing those she loved and injuring countless others. If trying to suppress her powers more would only make matters worse, then she wanted to learn to control them. The last thing she needed (or wanted) was for the body count to continue to rise.
Emmy turned the corner and saw a hotel up ahead and assumed it was probably the one they were going to. Her eyes rested on the other again, taking her hand and shaking it in a friendly manner. "Emerson. But most people call me Emmy." Her name was so formal she rarely went by it. Emmy was a little easier to remember and made her feel more comfortable around others. Not to mention, she had terrible memories of her mother screaming her full name, always saying her legal name when she was angry or upset. Yes. Emmy was much better.