After class, Dawn moved all the chairs and breakables to the other side of the room. Now, dressed in yoga pants and a t-shirt, she was going through some old dance stretches to make sure she was warmed up and ready for training tomorrow with Mister Winchester. If nothing else, her argument with Sam had showed her that his father's expectations ( Read more... )

( Letter to Giles )

( Letter to Buffy )

Dawn was stretched out on a blanket in front of the school, doing her homework and occasionally gazing off into the distance with a smile on her face. She sipped from a thermos of hot, mulled apple cider and munched on a banana nut muffin from J, GoB. As she felt the breeze through her hair and heard the birds around her, Dawn decided she could ( Read more... )