[centre][b][h1][color=coral]Tabitha[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]
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There were many things that Tabitha was sure was and wasn't real. She believed in ghosts. Magic-there was magic everywhere you looked, it was amazing. but actual magic? She wasn't so sure. As she was...teleported somewhere, Tabitah clutched her sketchpad with her, stumbling as the weird sensation of being in one spot and then the next changed. She closed her eyes tightly, feeling a little sick. She hugged her pad to her, and was sure she had tumbled off barely sane to completely crazy. She was sure that if she really put her mind to it, she coudl craft something like what she had seen herself, but it would take work. It wouldn't just form in her mind like this. So she had to be crazy, didn't she? She risked opening her eyes again, it was like some sort of fairy tail world, and she took everything in. If she was crazy, she might as well take it all in, and draw it later. It was so pretty, so...magical. Her gaze landed on Kieran, next to her. 

For a moment she felt relief, and then panic rose again. What if...she had just gone compeltely crazy with the stress the last few days? Had she just made Kieran up? Was he a figment of her imagination? Stepping closer to him, she shifted the sketchpad under her arm, and reached out to him, touching him. THat had to mean that he was real, didn't it? Or....would she even be able to know if she did actually touch him? She looked up at him, wide eyed and lost, whispering softly [color=coral]"Are...are you real? Or...did I make you up?"[/color] there was a world of emotion in her voice as she tried to  make sense of what had happened to her, of everything that was going on, of whether or not she was sane or insane. She stared at him, feeling sick, and wound tighter then a spring. [color=coral]"Pleaase....tell me the truth..."[/color] Her eyes were swimming with unshed tears, making them sparkle slightly, as her majenta hair fell over them slightly. 

Oh, Her father. Her father. He'd be worried, scared when she didn't come home. WHat if he thought she had run away, what if he thought that she hated him? What if...what if he thought she was dead somewhere? Oh, she had to let her father know, she had to....but how could she? if she was crazy and this was all a figment of her imagination, what was she meant to do? She rocked slightly, feeling so lost and confused. She stared at Kieran, waiting for his answer. it was almost like everything relied on his one answer to her. And then the...winged being appeared. And that was just enough to push Tabitha right over the edge. Yes. She was loony, there was no deny that, why else would she be seeing a fairy?

She shuddered, rocking back on her heels, hugging her sketch pad to her once more. She watched the fairy, biting her lip. Then one of them began to speak to them, and Tabitha whimpered slightly. She wasn't this smart, to create all this in her mind, was she? She had the creativity sure...But she wouldn't have been able to come up with cladarat, would she? Shaking slightly, she glanced about, seeing that there were others besides herself, and Kieran. Even if they were potentially figments of her imagination, at least she wouldn't be alone in her craziness. She looked towards Kieran again, thinking that she had pretty good taste if she had created him in her mind. 

Then with sudden thought, she looked down at her sketch pad, flicking it open. The park scene was there, and she let out a slow sigh. Maybe...maybe she hadn't imagined him, then. Maybe she wasn't crazy. Or at least not as crazy as she thought she was. She looked up at Kieran. [color=coral]"You are real..."[/color] and she smiled brightly.