Room 223, Tuesday Afternoon

[life_inshadow]

With no classes and Fiona a cat, Tara's last few days had been quiet. She wished she could say she'd done something useful with them, but it had mostly been reading -- there was a new Juanita Drake, Werewolf Killer novel out -- and trying to drive the non-Fiona cats insane with string and catnip.

Finally done with the book, she turned on her computer and logged onto a Wiccan website. Most of it was henna-and-spice-rack stuff, but one or two of the people on it knew what they were talking about and could spell, which made it the least depressing message board she knew of.

Her room door was open even though she wasn't expecting company.

[OOC: Open post! I just realized she hasn't been around in a while.]

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[life_inshadow]

"I don't talk about it a lot?" Tara offered. "Most people aren't really that interesting, it's just like ... a little warning on their personality. If somebody's aura is black I'll stay away."

"We both kind of freaked the other person out a little."

[weetuskenraider]

A little of the tension in Tahiri's shoulders eased up, and she nodded. "It's okay. You didn't throw me out or anything, so you can't have seen anything that bad, right?" Her laugh was a tiny bit forced, out of lingering awkwardness, but she was trying. "And I won't do that again, if you don't want me to."

[life_inshadow]

"Definitely nothing scary," Tara said, trying to be reassuring. "And yeah, ask first. I mean, if I'm wigged out for no reason that would probably be -- nice."

[weetuskenraider]

"I'll remember that," Tahiri said, her chin jutting out slightly with determination. "But if you think you need it, you can always ask. I'm happy to help. It's sort of what we do."