Willow Rosenberg (![]() ![]() @ 2009-03-15 09:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, day three, tara maclay, willow rosenberg |
Who: Willow & Tara
When: Day 3, Morning.
Where: Fair Grounds around the breakfast tent.
What: Bumping into each other.
Rating: PG
Status: Complete.
Willow woke that morning having temporarily forgetting where she was. At first all she knew was that the sun was pouring in through the crack in the curtains and was being awfully rude for intruding on her shut eye. She let out a groan into her pillow when a sudden flush of memories hit her that she would rather have forgotten. Sleep had been so nice and she couldn't remember the last time she dreamed of anything but her lost lover, and frankly she would rather stay there in the land of the unconscious mind.
Opening her eye she sighed heavily, it was day three in this strange world, that seemed to be an elaborate illusion. She had meet a few people and it wasn't totally bad. But still being trapped for some power hungry self proclaimed Goblin King's amusement wasn't sitting well but it was looking like there might not be anything she could do about it. She pulled her still tired body from the warmth of the sheets, thinking that it was best to get dressed and feel the warm air, also fill her stomach with food.
Walking and nature were always things that made her feel better, though she wasn't sure how much of this place was even natural. The closet had been filled with clothing that mirrored her own which was at least a little comforting. She pulled on the blue fuzzy sweater she loved so much, it even smelled like home, with it a deep red skirt.
Taking a breath she looked in the mirror at her oval face and medium length red hair, she looked like Willow but somewhere behind her green eyes there was something missing. She turned then made her way out the door and down the stone steps. A strange feeling washed over her body that was a little familiar, dark magic. It was almost overwhelming but she now had a bit of an immunity to it, so she could block it from running her sense of center.
She seemed to be the only one up at this hour, the tents where things were set up for the Renaissance fair seemed quite, almost a little too still. At least this was better then being couped up in her room. However Willow spotted something in the distance, a figure, that was blocked by the sun so she couldn't get a good look but she thought it was female. “Um Hello?” She questioned putting her hand up to block the sun from shining in her eyes.