"She's only looking out for me," Tara said, taking the offered sandwich. Smiling at everyone and the thought of Molly's protective nature. It was nice to be the one looked after every once in a while...once in a while...
She bit into the sandwhich. She wouldn't be able to eat it all, or eat it quickly, but her stomach rumbled enough at the offering that she wondered if she had a demon hiding out somewhere inside. She was slightly embarrassed, but still laughed along with everyone.
Under Rose's scrutiny, she managed to eat half the PB & J before her stomach started to protest. She knew she looked skeletal from the weight loss, but healing was taking it's own sweet time. She could feel the strength returning to her body, but still no magic. Tara yawned widely. (Perhaps I can feign sleep and meditate to figure out what's wrong.)
While everyone chatted, including River, Tara put her head down and closed her eyes. She really was tired, so it took some concentration to meditate rather than sleep. Somehow she managed it.
She knew she needed to start slow. Examine the externals and move to the core. She wasn't sure how far she'd get. The first image she conjured was her kitchen in her apartment when she first met Willow. Being a kitchen witch, the literal kitchen was always a central location for concentrating her magics. Warm and full of light and color, kitchens were always a safe haven for her, even at home. Father rarely came into the kitchen, deigning it to be a woman's place.
Once the image was conjured, Tara opened her inner eye and gasped. Her kitchen was no longer a place of warmth and light. It was a place of chaos and destruction. The entire room was shades of gray. The appliances were ripped from their spots and strewn all over the room. The refrigerator was sitting at an awkward angle, door hanging open, melting ice puddling on the floor. Sparks flew from the torn connections and the flourescent bulb flickered weakly, providing barely enough light. The cabinet doors were askew on their hinges, or ripped entirely from their places. Dishes were broken and cast about. Silverware was stuck everywhere...walls, ceilings, doors. Glass and ceramic crunched beneath her bare feet, cutting her soles. However, the pain and broken room was nothing compared to what really horrified her. The cupboards were completely bare, fridge empty, pantry hollow. No food. And no food meant no magic.
Tara began to cry. (If this is the damage at this level...my magical core must truly be gone...)
[Tara]
She bit into the sandwhich. She wouldn't be able to eat it all, or eat it quickly, but her stomach rumbled enough at the offering that she wondered if she had a demon hiding out somewhere inside. She was slightly embarrassed, but still laughed along with everyone.
Under Rose's scrutiny, she managed to eat half the PB & J before her stomach started to protest. She knew she looked skeletal from the weight loss, but healing was taking it's own sweet time. She could feel the strength returning to her body, but still no magic. Tara yawned widely. (Perhaps I can feign sleep and meditate to figure out what's wrong.)
While everyone chatted, including River, Tara put her head down and closed her eyes. She really was tired, so it took some concentration to meditate rather than sleep. Somehow she managed it.
She knew she needed to start slow. Examine the externals and move to the core. She wasn't sure how far she'd get. The first image she conjured was her kitchen in her apartment when she first met Willow. Being a kitchen witch, the literal kitchen was always a central location for concentrating her magics. Warm and full of light and color, kitchens were always a safe haven for her, even at home. Father rarely came into the kitchen, deigning it to be a woman's place.
Once the image was conjured, Tara opened her inner eye and gasped. Her kitchen was no longer a place of warmth and light. It was a place of chaos and destruction. The entire room was shades of gray. The appliances were ripped from their spots and strewn all over the room. The refrigerator was sitting at an awkward angle, door hanging open, melting ice puddling on the floor. Sparks flew from the torn connections and the flourescent bulb flickered weakly, providing barely enough light. The cabinet doors were askew on their hinges, or ripped entirely from their places. Dishes were broken and cast about. Silverware was stuck everywhere...walls, ceilings, doors. Glass and ceramic crunched beneath her bare feet, cutting her soles. However, the pain and broken room was nothing compared to what really horrified her. The cupboards were completely bare, fridge empty, pantry hollow. No food. And no food meant no magic.
Tara began to cry. (If this is the damage at this level...my magical core must truly be gone...)