fallen_forever (![]() ![]() @ 2009-03-13 01:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | arrival, complete, day two, severus snape, tara maclay |
WHO: Tara MaClay & Severus Snape and OTA.
WHEN: Day Two, mid-day
WHAT: Trying to make the best of it.
WHERE: Wandering around the Ren Faire.
RATING: G, it’s Tara, seriously.
STATUS: Incomplete
What had happened to her? Everything had been so confusing. Well, everything still was confusing there was no doubting that, now it was just a different brand of confusing. Where was Mr. Giles library of the occult when you needed it? In fact, speaking of that, why hadn’t Tara ever read anything about this? Sure Mr. Giles had hundreds of books and how anyone could ever read through all of them was beyond Tara but between her, Willow and everyone else, how had no mention of this place ever come up? This place was clearly soaked with magic. Maybe it was the fact that most of the magic felt dark? The blond witch had always tried to stay away from the dark magic books unless forced into them for fighting some big badie or creepy crawlie of the night. If Willow was here maybe she would know something. Even though Tara hadn’t really approved, Willow had done some pretty extensive research on the topic of black magic.
Eyes squeezed shut tightly before fingers were brought up to gently run over them. At least the bed was somewhat comfortable. Once Tara had picked out a room she had spent some time pacing back and forth as her hands wrung together in deep thought. Giving up on pacing Tara finally had smoothed the long and flowing skirt underneath her and sat on the bed to contemplate further any plan of action she could come up with, even though no company had been in the room her head had still tilted forward allowing hair to fall over her features. The old action was barely preformed anymore with the rise in confidence she had obtained thanks to her relationship with Willow, but sometimes when alone she still practiced the art of hiding away from the world. Using the action as a sort of safety blanket to hide her self from the world when things seemed too complicated. The buzzing in her mind unfortunately got her no where. Laying back hair fell away from her face and the blond witch stared at the ceiling with no concrete conclusion coming to mind.
The sun shifted through her window causing the light to shine down on her and Tara sighed softly. There was really only one thing to do, and that was to make the best of it until a solution could be found. Standing up she smoothed out her clothing before glancing in the mirror and heading out of her bedroom door. Making her way down the stairs from the second floor Tara exited the building and walked towards the ren faire silently watching everyone shuffle to and fro. Interlacing her fingers in front of her a soft smile caressed her lips as a juggling entertainer began to make his way past, catching all of the young wicca’s attention and stopping her in her tracks.