WHO: Lissa Dragomir and Adam Vasic WHAT: Chatting to her Guardian WHEN: Sunday WHERE: On the streets near the clinic WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Lissa was glad that the clinic had let her start working there, even if everyone was keeping a ridiculously close eye on her. She supposed she understood - Spirit was a powerful, destructive Element - but it was annoying, too. She'd know if she was using too much, and she'd stop. Surely. Well, maybe.
Still, it felt good to be using her magic again, for good. No matter how dangerous it was.
She was used to overprotective Guardians, too, even if it was strange to have Guardians who weren't dhampirs. She'd heard that there had been two Strigoi attacks in the history of this place. It wasn't as many as it had been back home, but it was enough that she was glad for the protection of the Guardians. Strigoi terrified her, even if she was one of the very few capable of restoring their souls.
As she walked toward the clinic, she was aware of Adam following a few steps behind. She stopped walking, allowing him to catch up, and smiled a little.
"Walk with me?" She was lonely, and sorely needed the company. "So how did you get started as a Guardian, anyway?" She knew nothing of the history of the Moroi in this place, and wanted to know more.