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"Yes." Rachel nodded to Tara and she said :"Yes he knows but he is kinda shy and nervous around me , he is always blushing in his cheeks when I go in , he will take time to understand.." The spoiled woman replied to the teen .
Rach sighed and then she saw the dog tags around her neck and asked her :"Why do you have these dog tags?" Rachel asked courisly.
"Ah. I gotcha." Tara said in response. She could understand being nervous around someone that you liked. There was always that fear of rejection, fear of loss. It was never a good feeling. Tara usually told others to man up and take a chance, but once it came to romance, she didn't want to say anything about what you should or shouldn't do.
Then there was a subject change. Her dog tags. Technically her father's dog tags, but he wasn't around to wear them anymore. Tara shrugged. "Respect for the dead. That's why I have them." she spoke with a very blunt attitude. "Buddy of mine went into battle. Didn't come home." Tara decided to leave out that it was her dad that was the former owner. She didn't need to touch up on details like that if nobody asked for them.
"Yeah ." Rachel nodded and then Tara explained about the dogs tags and Rach responsed :"Yeah you're right and this dog tags is totally fits you."Rachel said trying to be cheerful.
"I gotta to tell you something Tara , well when I first fought in our first battle in one month ago I got a wound on my right shoulder and then its healing now. There is something that doesn't heal well you see my burning mark on my chest." Rachel pointed Tara as the blackish brown burning mark. "I got this attack from a teenage boy who was evil and did magic." Rach explained.
Tara nodded in response to the dog tag comment Rachel had for her. They did fit her. She could only hope she could bring honor to the former wearer, not posthumously break his heart. The younger female listened to Rachel as she started talking about injuries she received from battle. For a moment, Tara wondered why on Earth would she be talking about her battle scars. To scare Tara? Well, Tara was tough as nails. Hearing about those injuries made her think they were just scrapes. Pour some anti-infectant on it, call it good. So long as she had all of her limbs and her brain was still working right, Tara figured that if she had those injuries she could just fight through it. Maybe to put a bit of reality of war into her mind? Tara knew how real war could get. She knew she could lose people. She probably wouldn't realize how much she would miss them until they were actually gone, but she knew that there was a slim to none chance everyone would get out alive.
Then she reviewed what Rachel said through her head. Magic? Teen boy? "Did magic? Really? Is he a master of the dark arts?" Tara said, cocking an eyebrow at the blonde. Tara wasn't going to be so easily convinced that someone with magic could actually harm or kill anyone. She was much more inclined to believe a dagger in the back was going to do a lot more damage than some pixie dust, or whatever the magic was.
"Yes he did magic and yes its true and I guess so." Rachel replied to the teen ,her green eyes looked at Tara and she nodded. The spoiled woman sighed. Rach was happy to meet Tara , she hoped that she will have more bonding times with her.
Tara had been totally sarcastic when she asked if the boy had been using magic. Perhaps this lady was on drugs? The guy was probably just a pyromaniac if he gave her a burn on her chest. Chucking paper balls on fire or used a flamethrower. There was always some sort of logical excuse for Tara to disprove magic. Coincidences, smoke and mirrors, whatever the case, she could find some logical reason to say that it wasn't magic. Her face was full of bewilderment to see that Rachel totally believed that the teenager did magic. What teenager would devote his life to channeling magic anyways? A basement dweller? Tara just shook her head and strayed away from the topic as much as she possibly could.
"That burn does look pretty nasty though, I gotta admit. Some guys like women with scars, though it's typically the other way around. I love men with scars. But that's just me. Scars toughen you up a bit, make you tougher. Just a way to show off your glory of surviving a fight. Some guys like tough girls."
"Yeah it is and you're right even sometimes I am tough and yes."Rachel replied to the teen girl as the spoiled woman waited for Valentine 's Day to be with 90 's Kid , Rach hoped that one day someone will fall in love with Tara.. Maybe and she didn't know beacuse fate is the only time.
Sometimes she was tough? For Tara, being tough was as natural as breathing or blinking. There was no sometimes, there was no sort of, there was no often, there was only always. She always had to be tough. She had to be tough in order to get anywhere. Sometimes she'd lighten up a bit, but usually she had to be tough as nails. Tough love was what helped her out a lot more than comforting words. Maybe one day she'd be a lot more appreciative of talking about emotions, but that day was not going to be today. It seemed a bit obvious to Tara that Rachel didn't have to be tough in her life to get anywhere. She must have had some other useful traits. Tara, on the other hand, needed to be tough in order to progress through anything. If she ever wanted to survive more than a few days in the military, she had to be pretty tough. Physically and emotionally. She distanced herself from most people to stay strong. Loss broke people down. She should know. Loss had broken her down, and she had toughen herself back up.
Rachel appeared to be lost in her own little world for a moment, thinking about something. "Being tough is gonna be an essential thing to have around the army." she spoke up, her tone of voice a bit cold and distant. Her thoughts briefly wandered to wherever Rachel's thoughts were wandering. "What are you thinking about over there?"
"Yes you're right Tara.." Rachel replied and then the teen asked her about her private world and she replied :"I don't know something with my old friends or 90 's Kid." Rachel replied
Tara's ego was boosted a bit when she was told she was right. She loved it when she was right, especially if someone older than herself said she was right. She crinkled her nose from the cold, fiddling around with her fingers to entertain her hands while she spoke. She could only sit still for so long before needing to move around. Moving her hands would suffice for the time being. She always seemed to be doing something, like she couldn't sit still. Maybe she had ADHD and just didn't know it.
Her thoughts were turned back to Rachel. She thought about 90's Kid and her friends. Tara thought about her friends once in a while. She hadn't been around for long, but she already missed talking to them. Around them, she could become quite the different person. Loose and carefree it seemed. No. She couldn't think about them. She couldn't think about what she lost in the span of a few days. She needed to stay tough. "I don't think much about my friends since I've been here. I try to avoid thinking about anything from home in general. Then I'm not worrying about it."
"I don't know if I'm worrying about this I mean I know my friends like 10 years ago which is a long period." Rachel told Tara and she still wanted to know what will happen next."When I was a little bit older than you , I really wanted to be independent and not asking my father that will give me money beacuse all my life everyone took care of me and also I was rich and my friends helped me about being indepent." Rach replied
The subject was turned from friends to independence. Tara was a very independent, solitary creature. She practically raised herself when her mother went downhill in depression. It was an accomplishment that she got to eat when she was young. Hearing that Rachel essentially had life handed over to her on a silver platter wasn't the greatest thing to hear either. Rachel enjoyed people who worked their way up the ladder. She felt as if it were better to overcome obstacles. A soldier didn't get life handed to them. They had to fight to the top. It was comforting to hear that Rachel did want to get her own independence, but it was still irritating for Tara to think someone could live life so easily.
"Rich, huh?" Tara mused to herself. She had to refrain from speaking, knowing that she was at least a bit jealous that Rachel was rich. She knew that her bitterness would wander into her voice if she wasn't careful with what she said. Then again, she might as well just speak her mind like usual.
"Yes I was and I didn't liked it I mean I wouldn't be indepented without my friends help and also there was the day that I was going to be with Barry but I never liked him."Rachel replied to Tara.
It was mind-boggling to Tara as to how someone wouldn't enjoy being rich. Sure, maybe it wouldn't be as nice to be dependent on everyone, but it'd be nice to have that sort of cash lying around. Tara figured that she'd donate a good chunk to veterans of war or some military help program. She could see how money may not be a comfort, though. Money couldn't buy back lives. If it could, she would have bought back her dad. If she were rich, it may have made her mother feel better about herself to have a lot of money. Tara figured being rich enabled you to do whatever you want.
Her thoughts were turned to Rachel's other words. How she left Barry. From the context, Tara assumed he was her fiance that she left. That was a head scratcher too. Why would you ever accept a marriage proposal if you were going to bail out of the wedding anyway? To show your independence? A really sudden change of heart? It was amazing that someone could abandon someone else. To Tara, it was like leaving the frontlines. Something that was possible, but greatly frowned upon. "So your friends pretty much boosted up your independence?" Tara asked, unsure if she wanted to her the answer.
"Well..... I don't know beacuse well yes I can show the independence and I think you got a point." Rachel gave a small smile to the teen. "Yes they did it." Rachel nodded.