Tabitha Hawthorne
Ew, I don't want your socks!
Sun Jul 29, 2018 20:14
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Tabitha was quiet through the entirety of Mary's answer as she felt that it was a very important thing to listen to. It was a question that was designed to drag out a revealing part of the other person and Tabitha found herself wanting to know everything about Mary. There was just something about the woman that was now consuming Tabitha's thoughts. She wanted to know absolutely everything about her, though she wasn't quite sure why.

She was surprised when Mary said that she couldn't be happier than she was in that moment they were sharing. They were just two people, two women, two witches who had endured hardship and yet experienced the most exciting or glorious things. Yet, somehow, Tabitha felt that all of that wasn't really very important. Of course, in the day-to-day, it was and when getting to know each other as experiences made a person into who they were but, for the moment, Tabitha liked to think of them as just two people who had been thrown together by some odd twist of fate.

While she acknowledged the comment by looking directly at the Potions mistress, she didn't speak aloud. There was a silence between them as she mulled things over in her head. It was incredibly bizarre that this woman had managed to inspire such feeling within Tabitha in just the matter of a few hours. In the end, Tabitha let out a gentle sigh and began to speak.

"I was perhaps a bit older than you... Maybe twenty? I had begun travelling and I was in the heart of a forest in France. I was, in all honesty, rather miserable. We'd been caught in a storm the day before and all of our possesions were soaked, a lot of things ruined. It was a moment where I thought I'd made a mistake."

She paused to sip at her hot chocolate. Her voice was steady and calm and didn't waver for a moment and that, at her core, was who Tabitha was. She was confident and strong, firm in her beliefs and proud of her experiences. She was not a shy, shrinking wallflower who was scared to set foot out of the front door.

"I had walked away from where we'd set up camp as I wanted some time to myself to be miserable and brood," Tabitha couldn't resist sending a slight smirk in Mary's direction. "I was wrapped up in my own thoughts, not really aware of where I was going when I heard the snapping of some twigs underfoot. Thinking I was about to be attacked by some vicious beast, I drew my wand. As it turns out, I'd stumbled across a unicorn mare and her foal."

She turned herself to look at Mary properly, her grey eyes sparkling with the memory. It was as fresh as the day it had happened. If she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could still remember the smell of the wet forest that had surrounded her, of the damp ground underfoot that muddied her travelling boats, the cool breeze that rustled the leaves of the trees that towered above her, creating a canopy that blocked out the sun in the daytime.

"I never approached them as I didn't want to spook them and I don't believe that they saw me. If they did, they ignored me. But it showed me that I was doing the right thing, that I was on the right path, that travelling the world was something that I absolutely had to do. It was those experiences, those once-in-a-lifetime moments I was living for."

She trailed off, staring at Mary intently in the face, hoping she'd understand where she was coming from. She wanted her to understand so badly that she reached for both of Mary's hands, clasping them tight in her own. She started to speak again but her voice was much quieter, perhaps almost drowned out by the cacophony of noise that surrounded them.

"That is my happiest moment because... if I hadn't seen the unicorn mare and her foal, if I hadn't had some to assure me that I was doing the right thing, I don't think I would have ended up in America and therefore, ended up here at Sonora. All of those things mean that I never, ever would have met you..."

She paused and her eyes widened. She hadn't meant to say that.

  • Like socks?Mary Brooding, Sun Jul 29 19:09
    The way Tabitha asked this last question, leaning back in her chair, made Mary think she was curious. This made sense, considering the conversations they'd had so far. However, the way Tabitha asked... more
    • Ew, I don't want your socks! — Tabitha Hawthorne, Sun Jul 29 20:14
      • I might need them anyway.Mary Brooding, Sun Jul 29 20:46
        Mary was surprised that Tabitha's response was so similar, and so...true. It spoke deeply of Tabitha's depth depth of love for magical creatures and adventure, and Mary was inspired by the sincerity. ... more
        • While I'm left in the cold. Tabitha Hawthorne, Sun Jul 29 21:16
          Tabitha sat in her chair, still staring at the space that Mary had left behind. Her hands were still outstretched, reaching for the woman that was no longer there. Reaching for the soft and warm... more
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