CLOSED ♔ GIRL, I KNOW THE WOODS LOOK DARK

[slay]

{ lost girls ♔ tilly and the wall }

WHO || Buffy Summers & Myrilandel de Tanos
WHAT || Buffy teaches Myri some sweet moves
WHERE || Knights HQ, Training Area
WHEN || August 5
HOW || Prose

She hadn't pulled weapons from the racks, but Buffy had done some prep work of the sparring space they'd claimed as their own by getting pads out just in case it turned out Myri packed more of a punch than she appeared to. Truth be told, Buffy wasn't anticipating that much, but it'd prove to be a motivator.

"You know," she pointed out, pushing the pads up against the wall and wrapping tape around her knuckles. "I feel compelled to mention that Fred's usually the go-to guy for the training business. Or, Kat." A beat. "For anything but firearms, anyway." Except, Kat wasn't her knight anymore. Right. Myri was gonna be all full-knight gal, just like Spike.

She kept forgetting she was being left behind. Her expression grew a little distant at that, then she just looked down at her hands again, putting more attention the wrapping and soldiering onward.

"I mean, I'm happy to do it, I just. They might know more than I do." After all, super strength couldn't really be taught.

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[slay]

"Not a bad plan," Buffy said after some consideration. "They might have similar problems, have learned how to work around them to use their powers without getting the backlash of the empathy." She folded her arms over her chest. "Unfortunately, not a department I've got a lot of experience in."

[witchwoman]

"I wouldn't mind picking up our lessons once I have a better idea what's going on with my magic?" She was hopeful to not close the door on this, especially now that she knew she could actually hit someone when she tried!

"But for now, I think we can put it aside. I appreciate you taking the time to train with me."

[slay]

"Anytime." A beat. "I mean it. I just … wish there was something I could do about the magic bits." Buffy's brow furrowed, and she looked vaguely distressed by it. Magic was just so far outside her realm; she didn't understand any of it.

[witchwoman]

"If it helps at all, I barely understand it myself." She admitted with a small smile. "I was so small when I started to learn. By the time I was old enough to know how to ask the questions, I was on my own. Believe me, there were days where I wished I hadn't learned at all."

[slay]

"Yeah, well, I hope you don't have too many of those anymore. Questions or not, I'm glad you did." She gave a warm smile, one full of gratitude. Not a day went by that it escaped her that Myri had saved her life several times over.

[witchwoman]

She couldn't help but laugh then. "No, I think I have found the true reason for my gifts. I was meant to come here, I think. Nowhere has ever felt more like home."

[slay]

Buffy's expression swelled, and she stepped closer, pulling Myri into a hug. She was sweating and probably smelled anything but pine fresh, but she couldn't help herself. She was right. The castle was home, and this was their family.

[witchwoman]

Myri didn't mind the sweaty hug. She dropped the staff and wrapped her arms tightly around Buffy. After all those years of running, she knew where she belonged.