Savannah Levine

Savannah had made all three of the kidlets comfy and thick pallets for sleeping on the floor. She had sighed a little when Wynter moved hers a little further from Storm and Kristofer. Somehow, though, she had a feeling that all three of them would end up in bed with her and Johnny by morning. There was no doubt that all three of these kidlets were hers and she wanted them to get along.

She cast a warming spell on the kids beds, and then cast a privacy spell on her and Johnny's bed, figuring he might want to talk when he came back.

While he had been at the park with their kids, she and Wynter had spent some time talking and she now had about as clear of a picture as she could have from a four year old little girl.

She would have to call Wyatt in the morning and then take Wynter to meet him.

Tonight, though, she was trying to get things sorted out in her mind... and she knew that Wynter's revelation had hurt Johnny a lot.

Savannah...

...had not gone to work. She had called Sean to tell him that she wasn't feeling well. This was mostly true. Okay, this was a lot true. She wasn't even sure if she was going to go out to cheerleading, either.

Currently, she was sitting on her bed with her chin on her knees as she had been for most of the day.

There were several things on her mind, not the least of which was the conversation she had had with Johnny on Monday night.

Okay, to be honest, it was mostly the conversation they had had about Ronan


( Natural Thoughts of a Sixteen Year Old...If That Sixteen Year Old Is A Levine-Nast )



[[OOC: Because LJ's TOS about certain things keeps getting messed with -- and I don't want to lose the journal or character for accidentally messing with it, this entry is locked to the game members only. Call me paranoid. :)]]

[[ETA: Open for the fake boyfriend or anyone else who wants to talk to her.]]

[[ETA 2: Unlocked because LJ's friending is screwed up again.]]