"Why can't I call in the map? Or my marks?" she blinked at what she was holding, and some color returned as she swore with words her father pretended she did not know. "Or my better gardening hat? I don't carry much, but I carry more than this..." She blinked, starting to take stock of what else was missing. "My silver offering cup," she whispered. "My good gardening dagger." Mother Night and may the Darkness have mercy.....