[...after a moment to get the threat of hyperventilation under control, Tara enters the party. She hasn't had much cause to wear a dress, in the dangers of the tower, and it's admittedly a bit nice to have that chance again. She's even quite literally let her hair down, for the first time in weeks, and with a few hours of preparation, has gone from rangy wilderness survival girl to...well, at least appearing to be the soft and sweet lover of floral print clothing that she'd been before the tower. Before the gunshot.
It's an odd feeling. Nice, but odd. Different. She's different. For one thing, she can't remember the last time she'd been on a date. Not even a romantic date, just...a date, with her and someone else who actually wanted to be with her. Everything else in the tower thus far had been chance meetings and plans and necessity. Nothing like this.
She could have not come. She could have stayed in her room or pulled up weeds in her chosen patch of garden and, really, who could have stopped her? The pain of losing Willow had faded to an ache in her chest, but it was still there and she knew from painful past experience that it would be a while before it faded entirely. Really, if she had any idea who'd signed her up for this thing, there would be Words.
...even so. It's been so long. She needs to be out, needs to be with people. Sometimes, that's the best way to start the healing. Besides. She's been a long time without love, real and honest and true love. A girl can dream, can't she?
Tara will dither by the door a bit, her card held tightly in both hands so that only the little flower symbol is visible. Gnawing on her lip, glancing nervously around as though expecting or hoping her match for the night to just present themselves, it's clear she's out of her element, and that the waiting is pretty hard on her. She might catch your eye, clearly wondering if she should come up and ask to see your card. Finally, she will:]
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It's an odd feeling. Nice, but odd. Different. She's different. For one thing, she can't remember the last time she'd been on a date. Not even a romantic date, just...a date, with her and someone else who actually wanted to be with her. Everything else in the tower thus far had been chance meetings and plans and necessity. Nothing like this.
She could have not come. She could have stayed in her room or pulled up weeds in her chosen patch of garden and, really, who could have stopped her? The pain of losing Willow had faded to an ache in her chest, but it was still there and she knew from painful past experience that it would be a while before it faded entirely. Really, if she had any idea who'd signed her up for this thing, there would be Words.
...even so. It's been so long. She needs to be out, needs to be with people. Sometimes, that's the best way to start the healing. Besides. She's been a long time without love, real and honest and true love. A girl can dream, can't she?
Tara will dither by the door a bit, her card held tightly in both hands so that only the little flower symbol is visible. Gnawing on her lip, glancing nervously around as though expecting or hoping her match for the night to just present themselves, it's clear she's out of her element, and that the waiting is pretty hard on her. She might catch your eye, clearly wondering if she should come up and ask to see your card. Finally, she will:]
Um...h-hi. S-Sorry. D-Do you mind...?