While that is a sound argument the specific location hasn't mattered yet to my fic so I feel free to stand by my earlier statement.
200 per sq. km doesn't constitute a city scape to me - although there are certainly town and cities in the area. (For comparison, the city I live in is 1,300 per sq. km and contains 50% more people than the entire county of Cornwall)
Wolves of Willoughby Chase rings a bell vaguely.
W.I.T.C.H. - W.I.T.C.H. - W.I.T.C.H. - W.I.T.C.H. - W.I.T.C.H.
Things had not significantly improved a week later, after I had given Will my completed report to hand in to Professor Collins. With Taranee's guidance I was fairly sure if would reflect the amout of work that I had put into it.
I took a certain satisfaction in the prospect that Will would have to maintain the standard I set with it. Her eyes were certainly disbelieving as she leafed through it.
She had not protested when I went to the library after she was out of school and essentially all day during the weekend. I'm not saying I was spending all that time on the paper - that would have been pretty boring - but I did manage to flesh out a thirty page report (twice actually, since Taranee's advice required a complete rewrite) well before Professor Collins' deadline.
Of course, since I'd been at the library for pretty much every moment when she and I could have been reasonably sure of talking without any chance of Mom overhearing us, I'm sure Will thought I was avoiding her - or at least the prospect of any extended conversation about my one day of school.
I'm not sure she was wrong.
For now at least, she wasn't trying raise the matter right now. As I watched from my usual perch just inside the hatch she posed in front of the full length mirror. "Ugh, I look like an endangered species in this outfit!"
"Well the dress works... although maybe it would work better if we were a bit... well, you know." I didn't comment on the boots which she was completely right.
"Let's change again! I want to find something that will leave Matt breathless!"
The clothes vanished into swirls of pink energy and were replaced by another costume. This time her hair was up in a dramatic, spiky style and the dress... Oh heavens, the dress! Well, at least the sandals looked okay.
Apparently a girl - an older girl - had come looking for Matt at his grandfather's pet shop. Since Will was now working there part-time, something Mom was in favour of as a responsible activity, she'd agreed to take a message. Of course, ever since she had been fretting herself silly that Matt and the other girl were in a relationship.
I didn't quite get how changing her look was going to fix that - I mean, sure, Matt is certainly dreamy, but if I wanted him to get romantic with me I'd rather he got that way because of me being the way I am, not because I was pretending to be someone else. For now I'd filed that under the million and one things I didn't understand. Along with, you know, what getting romantic involved. It sounded exciting but I admit to being a little vague on the details.
There was the sound of footsteps from the hall and I pulled my head up through the hatch, preparing to quietly close. Instead of Mom though, I heard Cornelia's voice at the door.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for my friend Will. Have you seen her? I didn't know I was in the zoo."
"Quit joking," Will protested.
"Hi Cornelia!" I whispered, sticking my head out again. "How are you?"
She adjusted her hair and made a non-commital gesture. "And you?"
I point down at Will. "Keeping amused."
"Thanks a bunch." She looked over at our friend. "Wha do you think?"
"Do you really want my honest opinion?" Cornelia asked, although it was evidently displayed all across her face.
"No." Will banished the garment with a wave of her hands, revealing the sweater she was actually wearing. "I think mine is enough."
"Whatever you say." Cornelia hung her coat over the back of Will's desk chair. "Will, I need to talk to you about Elyon."
My sister perched herself on her bed and looked up at the blonde, "What about her?"
Cornelia turned away, gathering her thoughts. "Before we became Guardians of the Veil, she was different. She was my best friend for years! I don't believe she has turned into a... a monster!"
I half-closed my eyes, thinking of the girl under discussion. We'd only met once and it wasn't under the best of circumstances but... I hadn't seen a monster either. She'd been an enemy and as far as I knew, she still was. But other than that she'd not really been so very different from any of the other girls I knew.
Admittedly, she had powerful magic, but so did every other girl I knew more than in passing. It didn't seem to make a difference for them.
"I want to know why she has changed and if there is something left of the girl I knew," Cornelia continued. "But the only way I can find out is by going to Meridian and talking to her face to face."
Will gasped, brown eyes wide. She dropped her head, hiding her face from both of us. "It's a crazy idea, Cornelia. You know that."
Will had spoken, the decision was made and the conversation was done... hmm. This seems familiar somehow. Of course, Cornelia wasn't Will so she didn't explode in anger and storm out. Instead she gave my sister a hurt look an uncomfortable silence filled the room.
"Can I come over to your house tonight and meet your sister?" I asked when the silence grew too much to bear.
"I guess," the blonde agreed.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Will leant back and looked up at me. "Last time you went out you came back in tears."
"As long as you don't run off I'm sure everything will be fine," Cornelia told her with heavy sarcasm.
Will flinched. "You know, sometime you're going to have to talk to me about what happened."
"Probably." I scrambled down into the room. "But not today."
She slumped back onto her bed. "Yeah. I get that."
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
200 per sq. km doesn't constitute a city scape to me - although there are certainly town and cities in the area. (For comparison, the city I live in is 1,300 per sq. km and contains 50% more people than the entire county of Cornwall)
Wolves of Willoughby Chase rings a bell vaguely.
W.I.T.C.H. - W.I.T.C.H. - W.I.T.C.H. - W.I.T.C.H. - W.I.T.C.H.
Things had not significantly improved a week later, after I had given Will my completed report to hand in to Professor Collins. With Taranee's guidance I was fairly sure if would reflect the amout of work that I had put into it.
I took a certain satisfaction in the prospect that Will would have to maintain the standard I set with it. Her eyes were certainly disbelieving as she leafed through it.
She had not protested when I went to the library after she was out of school and essentially all day during the weekend. I'm not saying I was spending all that time on the paper - that would have been pretty boring - but I did manage to flesh out a thirty page report (twice actually, since Taranee's advice required a complete rewrite) well before Professor Collins' deadline.
Of course, since I'd been at the library for pretty much every moment when she and I could have been reasonably sure of talking without any chance of Mom overhearing us, I'm sure Will thought I was avoiding her - or at least the prospect of any extended conversation about my one day of school.
I'm not sure she was wrong.
For now at least, she wasn't trying raise the matter right now. As I watched from my usual perch just inside the hatch she posed in front of the full length mirror. "Ugh, I look like an endangered species in this outfit!"
"Well the dress works... although maybe it would work better if we were a bit... well, you know." I didn't comment on the boots which she was completely right.
"Let's change again! I want to find something that will leave Matt breathless!"
The clothes vanished into swirls of pink energy and were replaced by another costume. This time her hair was up in a dramatic, spiky style and the dress... Oh heavens, the dress! Well, at least the sandals looked okay.
Apparently a girl - an older girl - had come looking for Matt at his grandfather's pet shop. Since Will was now working there part-time, something Mom was in favour of as a responsible activity, she'd agreed to take a message. Of course, ever since she had been fretting herself silly that Matt and the other girl were in a relationship.
I didn't quite get how changing her look was going to fix that - I mean, sure, Matt is certainly dreamy, but if I wanted him to get romantic with me I'd rather he got that way because of me being the way I am, not because I was pretending to be someone else. For now I'd filed that under the million and one things I didn't understand. Along with, you know, what getting romantic involved. It sounded exciting but I admit to being a little vague on the details.
There was the sound of footsteps from the hall and I pulled my head up through the hatch, preparing to quietly close. Instead of Mom though, I heard Cornelia's voice at the door.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for my friend Will. Have you seen her? I didn't know I was in the zoo."
"Quit joking," Will protested.
"Hi Cornelia!" I whispered, sticking my head out again. "How are you?"
She adjusted her hair and made a non-commital gesture. "And you?"
I point down at Will. "Keeping amused."
"Thanks a bunch." She looked over at our friend. "Wha do you think?"
"Do you really want my honest opinion?" Cornelia asked, although it was evidently displayed all across her face.
"No." Will banished the garment with a wave of her hands, revealing the sweater she was actually wearing. "I think mine is enough."
"Whatever you say." Cornelia hung her coat over the back of Will's desk chair. "Will, I need to talk to you about Elyon."
My sister perched herself on her bed and looked up at the blonde, "What about her?"
Cornelia turned away, gathering her thoughts. "Before we became Guardians of the Veil, she was different. She was my best friend for years! I don't believe she has turned into a... a monster!"
I half-closed my eyes, thinking of the girl under discussion. We'd only met once and it wasn't under the best of circumstances but... I hadn't seen a monster either. She'd been an enemy and as far as I knew, she still was. But other than that she'd not really been so very different from any of the other girls I knew.
Admittedly, she had powerful magic, but so did every other girl I knew more than in passing. It didn't seem to make a difference for them.
"I want to know why she has changed and if there is something left of the girl I knew," Cornelia continued. "But the only way I can find out is by going to Meridian and talking to her face to face."
Will gasped, brown eyes wide. She dropped her head, hiding her face from both of us. "It's a crazy idea, Cornelia. You know that."
Will had spoken, the decision was made and the conversation was done... hmm. This seems familiar somehow. Of course, Cornelia wasn't Will so she didn't explode in anger and storm out. Instead she gave my sister a hurt look an uncomfortable silence filled the room.
"Can I come over to your house tonight and meet your sister?" I asked when the silence grew too much to bear.
"I guess," the blonde agreed.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Will leant back and looked up at me. "Last time you went out you came back in tears."
"As long as you don't run off I'm sure everything will be fine," Cornelia told her with heavy sarcasm.
Will flinched. "You know, sometime you're going to have to talk to me about what happened."
"Probably." I scrambled down into the room. "But not today."
She slumped back onto her bed. "Yeah. I get that."
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.