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Realizing why Willow trailed off, Tara couldn't hold back a flush of embarrassment. She'd been flirting shamelessly with Willow all day yesterday - how awkward could you get? It could have been worse, but still...
She shoved those thoughts away, studying Willow's aura. It was much the same as it had been before - in fact, there was no indication that she'd just been spellcasting. A spell that powerful would have left some sort of residue. Which meant that Willow hadn't been the one to cast the spell, Tara realized with relief. "Yes. I'm - I'm still me, still Tara. I remember everything now. And Isabel is herself too," she added, trying to get back to the problem at hand. "Both your auras look normal."
Willow smiled slightly at that. "Normal? Here?"
"Well, normal for you," Tara amended. "The others just don't match."
"It's all coming apart," Molly-in-River murmured. "The roots will only hold it together for so long."
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Date: 2007-05-25 12:54 pm (UTC)Realizing why Willow trailed off, Tara couldn't hold back a flush of embarrassment. She'd been flirting shamelessly with Willow all day yesterday - how awkward could you get? It could have been worse, but still...
She shoved those thoughts away, studying Willow's aura. It was much the same as it had been before - in fact, there was no indication that she'd just been spellcasting. A spell that powerful would have left some sort of residue. Which meant that Willow hadn't been the one to cast the spell, Tara realized with relief. "Yes. I'm - I'm still me, still Tara. I remember everything now. And Isabel is herself too," she added, trying to get back to the problem at hand. "Both your auras look normal."
Willow smiled slightly at that. "Normal? Here?"
"Well, normal for you," Tara amended. "The others just don't match."
"It's all coming apart," Molly-in-River murmured. "The roots will only hold it together for so long."