Post by Illiana Verona on Jan 9, 2011 0:49:58 GMT -5
Illiana Catalina Verona
Witch. Silent. Good.
[/font][/color]Illiana wandered. The buildings in the area were so tall. She was always amazed with San Francisco. She loved the cable cars and the freedom the city seemed to hold. She looked up at the Transamerica building which was in the shape of a pyramid. She never saw something like this back home in England. She smiled lightly, tossing her blond hair behind her, allowing it to flow long and loose as the Californian air swept through it.
California girls, we are definitely unforgettable. That is some of us she thought. Not all of us are remembered and not all of us should be remembered. Certain witches should be left invisible. She shuddered to think of certain unspeakable branches of dark magic. The demons- the Triad was just.. terrible and unthinkable. Thank the gods that the Charmed ones had vanquished them. She wished she had sisters- she knew distantly that the Warrens had a long lineage that was very powerful. Once in a while Illiana wished she were a descendant to Melinda. Though it was a lot of danger that she didn't really want to face.
She faced the city hall, which was rather grand with the black dome with golden designs. She knew not far was the museum, a school called Sacred Heart along with a theater was all nearby. She had been in this area before thought it wasn't really her neck of the woods. Illiana lived in the Hayes Valley- near some local high school- private of course- not like the other public which consisted of many kids- all of which were very smart as Lowell was the top public school in San Francisco as the University or SF was very good as well.
Illiana jumped when she saw a familiar face. She didn't ID the person right away but she felt that it was someone... like her.. someone who was a witch. Illiana looked around, her witchy dark gray eyes searching for some sign of paranormal. Gods, I hope it isn't a demon. She felt her knife strapped on her boot, and was slightly assured. It was, of course, lathered in potions.
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-tagged- Riah with Alec