A silent meeting

A/N WWS reality. Like my Big Moments collection I did for Patsy and Delia, all the very important points of Willow and Tara's relationship. WWS, because it will continue past where Tara's death was supposed to be. So canon up til like chapter 10. This is their meeting in 'Hush' (S4E10) oh and I will be doing a different story for Tara's background. At some point.

Sunnydale, the world without shrimp 1999

I looked up, no one looked back at me of course. She started speaking, the mysterious she I had been wondering about since she'd taken the seat across from me about an hour ago. The meeting was superfluous, an utterly useless meditation followed by heavily ruminated thoughts of bake sales and flimsy promises of the ever expanding useless newsletter. All of it was so superficial. Wicca was a beautiful and deep subject, to be connected through love of another, the connection of friendship and the group as one whole.

l tried to remember the way mom used to explain it, like a feeling no one else can make you feel. But it's not just that, magic is supposed to be instant. If you feel something drawing the two of you together, you have to pull on it, like an invisible string. Mom said that she felt a pull towards my father, but that he had a dangerous aura about him. The spirits had warned her against being with him, but she couldn't deny her heart. Love leads to danger, eventually everyone met their end because of their love for another, but it was just about how long you have with them. How long love lasts before death parts you. For mom it was 19 years. For me it might be 10 minutes at this rate.

In my many recollections I remembered something she'd said long ago; sitting on my bed telling me I was special, different. She lifted my chin up slightly as her fingers rested softly against my skin, it was familiar, warming. Something I miss. Her hair was pulled up and wisps of it poured out of her head like little trees. She was a wild thing. A faerie figure.

"You are Tara, you're special." I remember shaking my head, but she stopped me. Putting her finger to my lip, silencing my stuttery words. "No, you are." She was firm, but her voice still had its tender lilt to it. She was like a dream, the memory of her a glistening silver swirling around in streaky slivers. "You have what rare possess. The way your love will wind, you will love with magic as your force. An undeniable connection."

Then the image of her was gone, I longed for her to come back to me, to be my silvery light and guide me, but maybe this was it. I hear her voice before I see her. The high lilting of her voice positively compelled me to glance upwards. She was talking about spells, actual spells and things I understand. There was an undertone of excited I sensed too, it felt right. A sweetness not present in the room before. And a faint taste of strawberries. When I see her, it all makes sense, her aura is golden. Flecks of gold leaf pattern and halo-like shine tilt off the top of her head.

Normally I wouldn't speak if such an occasion were to arise but this felt like my moment somehow. She felt similar to her mother, this girl. Whomever she happened to be. Their energies felt interconnected somehow. The silver and gold align with my green.

I stop speaking when I'm interrupted, but she looked at me. Shooting me a soft smile and a raise of her eyebrows. Somehow I'm not surprised she noticed me, it feels right. If no one else in the world notices me, if would be worth it for the fact she did. My words are broken though, but I do try again. Until they're looking at me and I realise; they'll never understand. They're superficial and wanna-blessed-bes, no real magic runs through their veins.

So I let them continue on their blunder. But I can't help peering up at my mysterious girl with the gold flecks, she had little flashes of blue in her eyes sometimes. When her eyebrows flick and she looks at me. I'm sure we'll find each other, she does know my name now, one of them said it. She knows my name.

I wonder what her name is? It will be pretty, I know that. Something natural and significant, something I'll instantly understand. My name means the earth, Gaia the rooted system of magic. Tara. Like Terra, the Latin for earth. What's the opposition of earth? Or will it be something similar to earth. Like a tree or animal. She could be an Asher, or a Cat. Oh hang on I remember, the opposed element to earth is air. She could be a Flo. Or some hippy constellation name. Delphi or Bella. Nope too dark, she's golden and red.

Not that it's all about instant passing connections, she definitely has a cute feeling about her. I'm thinking she'll be quirky, have little adorable things I can notice and mention every now and again. And she'll blush and look down and be even more adorable than she already is.

She's pretty, and that means I like her. The thought of kissing her ran through my mind quickly, like a quick flash, but it felt like a memory not a fantasy. A possible future? I didn't know I could do that. Her lips. I can feel a softness that wasn't there before. Oh weird.

Maybe that's what mom meant. She used to tell me that my love would be different, that I would truly understand. I've never fallen for anyone before, and not that I've fallen now but I never thought about where my brain was going. What I mean is, no boy had ever captured my attention. And it was a major realisation that now I could tell my fancies were tainted towards women.

They are just beautiful. How can anyone not want to be soft and understood and delicate? And nothing against the male gender, but they seem too hard. Rough and confusing.