walks_two_paths | Wednesday Afternoon, Serenity Cove (After Cheerleading)

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Savannah was in a cheerfully bouncy mood as she and Chris walked down to Serenity Cove. She and Chris were going to hang out and talk about their powers and the different way their magics worked.

She hadn't really shown anyone what she could do or talked much about it since she had been here at Fandom. True, she had tal;ked a little bit to Chris and Wyatt when she had first gotten here, but it really hadn't been much.

Plus, hanging out with Chris was nice, too.

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Current Mood: bouncy

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Chris shrugged. "I inherited that from my dad. He's what's called a whitelighter, which is basically a guardian angel for witches."

She wrinkled her nose. "Does he fuck up people's lives for fun, too? Because, those are the only kind of angels I know about -- well, except for your aunt's friend."

Yeah, due to things with Eve, Savannah might have a little bit of a problem with angels.

"I don't remember him," Chris said. "He died when I was about a year old. But from what I've gathered, he helped my mom and aunts save a lot of lives."

He wasn't going to mention Grandpa's feelings on whitelighters because, while he didn't agree with them, he understood why Grandpa felt that way.

She winced. "I'm sorry, Chris. I shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay, you didn't know," Chris said.

"I'm not exactly known for a brain to mouth filter."

"I'm used to dealing with that," Chris said. "I'm pretty sure Wyatt was born without a brain to mouth filter."

Savannah laughed. "Do you really think he was?"

"Have you met my brother?"

Savannah's eyes were twinkling. "Yes... he's the one that said I should ask you out because... okay, yeah, I see what you mean."

Chris tensed. "He told you to ask me out because what?"

"Because if I waited for you to ask me out you might not."

Well, Chris couldn't really argue with that. "I guess he was right," he admitted. "Like I said, I had no idea you were even interested."

"I was and I thought it would be nice to get to know you better." She smiled.

He smiled back. "Getting to know you better sounds good to me."

"And you not freaking out about me juggling fireballs is a plus, too,' she teased.

"Well, you didn't freak out about my orbing," Chris countered.

"That's because that was cool. Have you always known how to do that?"

"No, I'm still actually learning how to control it," he admitted. "My mom bound mine and Wyatt's powers when we were little, just before she died, so we only found out in the last year that we actually have them and we're still learning how to use them."

"I didn't think it was possible to bind a witch's powers like that. In fact, I bet where I come people wish it was something that they could do to me and others like me."

Chris frowned. "My mom did it to protect us. Why do you think people would want to do that to you?"

"To kill or cage us," she said nonchalantly, looking out at the water.

"Savannah, who would want to hurt you like that?" Chris asked, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"The Cabals are one of them. They hate witches and would very much like it if we were all dead -- or doing their grunt work. Sorcerors and witches do not get along."

It was pretty obvious that there was more that she wasn't saying.