Title: Vernal Equinox
Disclaimer: Joss owns the witch, Someone else owns the girl.
Summary: Aligning of the world and all the powers that it possesses.
Spoilers: For GG? Just general stuff - who they are (because I think I caught a total of two seasons maybe while it was on)
FfA: Tara Maclay/ Rory Gilmore (Gilmore Girls)
A/N: Actually, no idea why I’m up and writing other than I need to keep my sister up. Vernal Equinox
“It’s a balance thing, right?”
“How very Zen of you.”
“Would you just shut up?” the third woman huffed.
Two eerily similar looks passed over the other women who only looked a bit repentant for their interruption. The tiny blonde narrowed her gaze at the serene pose of the woman in front of her. She wasn’t so much a woman as a see-through image of a woman.
“It’s not so much a balance thing as it is an aligning,” the woman smiled, her eyes shimmering. “I’m not sure why I was sent here, but I was sent here to do no harm.”
“Is that supposed to be non-threatening? Because I detect a threat in there somehow, and this thing obviously doesn’t know who it’s messing with.”
“Paris, I’m sure the nice spirit guide -”
“Ah-ha! That’s what it’s called! It’s been on the tip of my tongue for a half hour!” Lorelei snapped her fingers in triumph. After the glare coming from Paris and the small smile from her daughter Rory, she gave a weak laugh and settled down.
“ - is only here to help, and prevent us from harm.”
“How do you know so much about this thing?” Paris asked, ignoring Rory’s stare.
“Things are coming, and those who have to prepare for these shifts need all the help they can get. This natural alignment will help build up the energy you’ll need in the coming days.”
“Me?” Rory asked, shushing her friend and mother.
“Yes, Rory, you. And little girls like you are going to be in so much danger, but allowing for this small part of power to envelope you will give you an edge in the coming days,” a shuddering sigh went through her. “I have to go now, but never lose your faith in your power, Rory.”
The woman began to shimmer and glow, green and gold and all the colors of renewal. Rory called out one last time.
“Will we ever see you again? Who are you?”
“Tara…and only the Goddess can know. But I’ll be watching you, little one.”