[Elena's been passing some of the time by exploring the hotel, and she couldn't help but pause when she saw Buffy in action through the gym window. There's a stirring of some faint memory, as if she were having some kind of strange feeling of deja vu, but then it passes. All she's left with is a kind of awe; she wishes she were in that good of shape.
If that's the kind of thing that being a knight is about, she's going to have a lot of work to do if she's ever going to fit in with them, though she can't really imagine Myri doing this same kind of thing. Hmm...
And then the chain of the punching bag splits apart, and the bag practically flies away. Her neck tenses at the impact, her eyes a little wide.
Okay, she's going to need more work than she can fit in an entire lifetime.
If Buffy turns to look at her, she's going to see one teenager with a the unmistakable deer-in-the-headlights look.]
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If that's the kind of thing that being a knight is about, she's going to have a lot of work to do if she's ever going to fit in with them, though she can't really imagine Myri doing this same kind of thing. Hmm...
And then the chain of the punching bag splits apart, and the bag practically flies away. Her neck tenses at the impact, her eyes a little wide.
Okay, she's going to need more work than she can fit in an entire lifetime.
If Buffy turns to look at her, she's going to see one teenager with a the unmistakable deer-in-the-headlights look.]