Goodby Iowa
[S4.14 : W/T.4]
 

Conjuring the Godess Thespia  

Tara fudges her half of a demon-locating spell, leaving us 
wondering what she has to hide.


INT. TARA'S ROOM - NIGHT

Tara and Willow sit on the floor, surrounded by candles. In front of them 
lies some yarn, which is laid out in the shape of a square and held down by crystals at each of the four corners. Willow uses a mortar and pestle to grind spell ingredients together.

TARA
(re: square on floor)
So this square is Sunnydale?

 

 

WILLOW
(smiles)
Right. It's like a map. We each
take different parts of the potion -
and when we do the incantation,
we blow it onto the square at the
exact same time.

TARA
But how does it work?

WILLOW
That's the cool part. When the potion
mixes and Thespia is called, it
creates a mist over the parts where
the demons are. It even makes
different colors for different breeds.

 

TARA
Wow.

Willow finishes grinding.

WILLOW
You ready?

Tara nods - holds out her hand. 

Willow pours some spell ingredients into it. Then pours the contents 
of the mortar into her own hand.

WILLOW (cont'd)
Let's do it.

They close their eyes. Concentrate for a beat. Then -

TARA
Thespia, we walk in shadow, walk
in blindness. You are the protector
of the night.

WILLOW
Thespia, goddess, ruler of all
darkness - we implore you - open
a window to the world of the
underbeing.

Willow nods the cue to Tara, then blows her spell ingredients onto the map. Tara, however, briefly opens her eyes and looks for a place to stash the ingredients. Finally, she shoves them between her mattresses. Holds her empty hand aloft again, as Willow does.

 

WILLOW (cont'd)
With your knowledge, may we go in
safety. With your grace, may we
speak of your benevolence.

A beat, then Willow, excited, opens her eyes. Looks at the map. Nothing happened. Her expression falls.

WILLOW (cont'd)
Or not.

OFF TARA

Trying to conceal her guilt.

 

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