Who: Diana Meade and [open] What: Walking and thinking When: Monday morning, 8ish Where: Some random street Rating: PG to start with? Status: Open/Ongoing
Diana still neither liked nor trusted this godforsaken town, but she was... adjusting. Unhappily, but adjusting. She was also taking stock of what she had, trying to make sense of the things that were rattling around in her head.
She had her sister, which was the most important thing. Things were occasionally awkward between them, but occasionally awkward was much better than all the time awkward.
She had a place to live now -- a safe place to live, thanks to Alicia. She owed that woman something fierce, even if she didn't know how to begin thanking her.
She had her magic. Even if people didn't like it and didn't want her to use it, she had her magic. Both light and dark, she had it -- even if she didn't want to acknowledge the darkness within her. Being in this town had made her realize that there could very well come a point when she might need her dark magic. Though she hoped like hell she was wrong, that she'd never need it.
Sighing, Diana ran a hand through her hair as she moved down the sidewalk. Aimlessly walking was proving singularly unhelpful -- things in her head still made as little damn sense as ever. But at least she was getting out, something she knew Cassie would be happy about. And Diana liked when her sister was happy.