power of resurgence

     ”T-thank you.” Bonnie let out the grateful words almost as quiet as a whisper. She came all this way and the woman was actually inviting her in. “Name’s Bonnie Parker.” She smiled brightly. “Misty, right?” 

                                        "That's right," Misty nodded as the woman got her name correct, "it's nice to meet ya, Bonnie."

"Do I know you?"

                  "Well, I just--" Misty lifted her mud covered hands that had dried onto her skin, about to demonstrate on Regina before realizing that the woman probably wouldn't want to be touched with dirty hands. So she timidly put them back down, "--if it's a person, I normally just lay my hands down on the sides of their face and close my eyes--" she closed her own eyes as she said so, "--and I concentrate. I force my own energy into 'em and usually it takes so much outta me that I faint shortly after the person is revived."

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"What are you afraid of?"

                    Misty knew damn good and well not to let herself become attached to this young woman. She knew it wouldn't last for longer than it had -- which was only a single night. 

"That sounds painful."

                  Misty's eyes never left the younger witch's features. This girl had so much pent up anger it seemed -- and the swamp witch couldn't understand why. She wasn't dead anymore. She was given a new start. 

"Why are you wearin' that?"

           It wasn’t Misty’s fault; there was no reason for the witch to apologize. It had been cruel of the two leading witches to take all of what was happening upon themselves. The correct thing to do would have been to ask all of the residents’ opinions. Then, the small group could agree upon a place to live that would be far away from the hunters, the chaos. Nevertheless, Cordelia knew her mother would not allow the others to voice their opinions. There was no point in arguing with the Supreme. It would only bring her wrath, which was the last thing the daughter cared for. No. The Supreme and the Voodoo Queen could discuss at length alone.

                Misty's hues followed the headmistress' hand to her knee until that same hand came up to brush the swamp witch's thick curls aside. Though, they didn't stay out of the way for long before the tresses came tumbling forward again. Her breath caught in her throat at Cordelia's touch and she tried her best not to blush at the contact --- though the grin on her face was obviously being forced away. "I dunno. I like ya the most 'round here. Kyle and Zoe would come in close second, though. That poor boy. Had only I gotten to him sooner, he might 'a been resurrected with more 'an half a brain," a faint smirk spread across her features. "Your girls are powerful, they just need to learn how to use it a little bit better."

          Bonnie heard the southern twang in the voice of the woman and she smiled. Surely they’d be kindred spirits. Hopefully. She didn’t want to be asking to stay with no prude or bigot.    “Hi, um, Misty, in’t?” Bonnie looked over the woman with her backwoods flair to her. “Fiona said you could give me a place to stay…”

                  Besides the people she brought back to life and cared for until they were fully healed, Misty had never really gotten house guests. And definitely never had complete strangers showing up on her doorstep asking for a place to stay. A gentle smile formed on her face and she stepped aside to let the redhead in, "Come on in, darlin'. What's your name?" She asked curiously. Misty was a lonely woman, that was for sure. So she'd never turn away company unless she saw them as a threat.

"Do I know you?"

        "Let’s just say I have friends in the area." A brief, mirthless smile surfaced on Regina’s face. "I’m interested to know how exactly your ability… Works. Did you learn it?"

                    Misty set down her watering can on a chair by her back porch before turning to give this Regina Mills her full attention. A small shrug of her shoulders followed the woman's question, "No, I just... was born with it, I guess." A childlike smile spread on her lips.