The smell of tobacco is sudden and sharp, and as Tara flinches away from it, the fire at her hands sparks and flares, burning. She gasps, and as the fire snuffs itself out, she cradles her singed fingertips close, tucking her hand against her chest.
"Sorry," she repeats numbly. Her magic isn't working right; not that she's tried to do anything with it yet, but it hadn't been out of control like that since she was a young teen. But now-- now that she's back, and alive, her body feels wrong and awkward and too solid, and her magic feels like doesn't quite fit right anymore.
Five by five. Something about that sparks a recognition in her, but try as she might, Tara can't think of what it is. Everything is hazy, and hard to grasp, and all she can feel is the chill pavement under her feet and the vibration of the music shaking out through the wall she's huddled against.
"Are you new here?" Tara finds herself asking, the words sounding like they're coming from a great distance. The woman beside her seems so relaxed, like everything is normal. "There was a portal. Did you see it too?"
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"Sorry," she repeats numbly. Her magic isn't working right; not that she's tried to do anything with it yet, but it hadn't been out of control like that since she was a young teen. But now-- now that she's back, and alive, her body feels wrong and awkward and too solid, and her magic feels like doesn't quite fit right anymore.
Five by five. Something about that sparks a recognition in her, but try as she might, Tara can't think of what it is. Everything is hazy, and hard to grasp, and all she can feel is the chill pavement under her feet and the vibration of the music shaking out through the wall she's huddled against.
"Are you new here?" Tara finds herself asking, the words sounding like they're coming from a great distance. The woman beside her seems so relaxed, like everything is normal. "There was a portal. Did you see it too?"