004: [Visual/Location: Somewhere in the Wilde]
Tara is playing idly with a scarf she acquired through one of the replicator hatches. It isn't that she feels particularly cold, but having the soft, woven fabric tied lightly around her neck offers some semblance of comfort and reassurance, much in the same way human touch does. Having begun to espouse the advice she'd been given on managing her recurring nightmares, Tara finds herself still struggling at times to sleep. Being in an unfamiliar environment seems to play a part in disrupting normal sleeping patterns as well. Perhaps, too, the instability of this reality here in Taxon is breeding its own unique and dominating form of turmoil within; she worries that the things and people she has here (namely, Willow) are merely ephemeral and could suddenly be gone in an instant. Then she would be taken back to her own reality, which is a depressing existence to imagine now.
As weird as this place is, she's starting to think she doesn't want to leave. And she's very likely the only person here who would think that way. Or so she imagines.
With no particular destination in mind, Tara continues to wander east, playing with the fringes of her scarf.
"What if...what if it all goes away?" She ponders aloud.
As weird as this place is, she's starting to think she doesn't want to leave. And she's very likely the only person here who would think that way. Or so she imagines.
With no particular destination in mind, Tara continues to wander east, playing with the fringes of her scarf.
"What if...what if it all goes away?" She ponders aloud.