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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[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.