"That's true." Tara admitted. "It really isn't." She agreed. "It has the plus sides of a city without that overcrowding feeling." She hesitated when she realized that she was sharing too much and that he probably didn't get that feeling. It was just that, even though he was a complete stranger, he was surprisingly easy to talk to. Her stuttering had vanished since their first few exchanges. "No-not that I-I'm saying ... A-actually I don't even know what I'm s-saying. I ... yeah, I'm stopping n-now." She said giving him a very sheepish smile.
Clearing her throat, Tara continued. "It's fine." She said, getting it. "The confusion sometimes happens. A lot of Wiccans don't like the word." And it didn't hurt that she was both herditary and a practitioner, though her mother had told her of some who were both and still didn't like the word. Tara didn't see the point in denying any part of who she was. The word was a part of that.