<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-e-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/993313_481209498633488_913675242_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Christa Kendall</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Light<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">ish</span>Witch - Air Deity<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>faded blue Daisy Dukes, top same as picture, sneakers<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st, around noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>walking along the streets of town square - bakery<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>open<br/>- Thoughts: Aiden, Terran, Cali (not by name), Antique store runner (will edit in name when had), Passed families: Evans, McKnight, Marks, NPCs: Angela and Landon<br/><hr/><br/>Christa jogged calmly along the streets, they were quiet, they had actually been quiet for a few days now. That was good though, a good way to start a new month, after everything that had happened in this quaint little town last month, it was nice to start calm. Christa knew better though. She knew there was no way her brother would let things rest. Especially when he built that monster of a house. In truth, Christa kinda liked it, but at the same time she didn't care for them putting it in the middle of Terran's town. Yeah, Terran's town. A few nights ago, after that monstrosity was built by her blood line Christa took Terran to the bank where one of the men who worked there filled him in on everything. The Marks blood built this little town quite a while back, so it belonged to him. Christa felt really bad not telling him sooner, so he could have saved his house. How was she supposed to know her damn brother was going to move in though? Something wasn't right, something was up, and they were going to end up causing a lot of waves.<br/><br/>Christa sighed as she continued her jog, thinking about everything. The death of Angela and Landon's parents was a hard thing for the two of them to get past, they spent much of their time in their home, after the death of their parents they moved into the Evans place. Where Landon works at home while the Evans owned places in town are run by the locals. That was one things the Marks family prided themselves on, allowing everyone to have a nice little place to call home. A solid stay, and that's just what Angel Creek had become, unfortunately upon their death, and the death of Terran's younger sister, more riff raff was coming into claims of property, before they had a chance to stop them. Oh yeah sure they could kill Aiden, but that wouldn't do her any justice.<br/><br/>Christa and Aiden have a blood bond, being twins of magic if one of them dies, the other dies as well, so no, she wasn't really in a big hurry to kill him. Sure he was a pain in the ass, and he and Cali proved to be quite a hand full, but she valued life, and he was still her brother. No matter how much she wanted to deny it. That would be something that she wouldn't be allowed to forget either. Which of course brought her to her next concern. Aiden had the Kendall family crest. She shook her head, yeah, she gave it to him, to spur the other three into action, did it work? Sure it did, but she still lost the book. A witches family crest is sacred to them, and recently enough things have been giving her weird sensations. Like there was a certain level of imbalance in the air. She couldn't get a full handle on it, but something behind her evil twin wasn't right. She could sense extra energy, but wasn't sure from where.<br/><br/>Christa slowed her jog down to a walk as she stepped into the bakery, Terran was a health food nut, not that she really minded but once in a while she just needed to break away from the healthy living. Not a secret to anyone though, certainly not Terran. She walked up to the counter and rang a small bell as she turned and looked towards the door awaiting service. Something was off balance, she knew about the man in the antique shop, and a few other random people around town, but this was something completely different. She would be happy to get back to the cabin, there she could reach out and see what she could find, but she wouldn't use magic in town, not in front of innocents, because it could draw trouble even more to her.<br/><br/>As a woman behind the counter spoke Christa turned around with a bit of a smile, she ordered a few powdered donuts then paid the woman before sitting down at one of the tables inside the bakery while she worked out in her mind what could possibly be going on, what could be coming...