<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/98cfeeb8-367d-4e0d-8030-4d58169986e1_zpsoumvl20z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Savannah Ortiz</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073369#msg13073369)<br/><strong>Time | Location:</strong>Evening | The St. Clair Residence --> Heading home<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Departing<hr/><em>Dios mio, this was it?!</em><br/><br/>In her head there pulsed a strong urge to let off a string of rapid curses but Savannah only took a drink--not a sip, a drink. A big drink--of her wine. She'd come just so she'd be kept abreast of what was going on in Towering Pines but the room felt like a simmer just waiting to be tipped to a boil. There was tension there and she knew good and well where at least some of it came from but the rest... it was always anybodies guess just what drama was going on where at any given time. Savannah tried to stay out of it but it was difficult to do so. Especially in a neighborhood like this where everybody was always in everyone's business. She could only be thankful her ex-husband never bothered with these things. If he had she might have been far more than merely annoyed at the pointlessness.<br/><br/>She was good though. She kept to herself. She'd smiled and waved to Kate Morgan, and even sent waves toward Alex, Vi, and Delilah whenever she could catch their eye but other than that she'd kept her center. She'd just started working with a new age healer who was really helping her to understand that there was more that just negative energy and positive energy swirling about in the universe. Savannah had always been sensitive to that sort of thing but this, well she'd had her eyes opened to a whole new way of thinking. ...Something about her chi and avoiding blockage... she had the books at home on it all, but yes, she was working on herself and trying to be a beacon of positivity in their neighborhood.<br/><br/>Course, that only went so far. Once the meeting was called, Savannah made her apologies and slipped out. Heading back to her car she sent a text to Desiree but didn't expect anyone back anytime soon. Not if she was still out with Clark. Briefly she considered that the two might be at the party but that thought was quickly wiped from her brain. Her daughter, bless her heart, was more likely to be in the bed of some married man whose wife had been at the meeting she just left. She said a quick prayer and made a mental note to talk to Desi about balancing her Chi too, before hopping in her car and heading home.