[026 - action & accidental voice]
[So it's a yucky, cloudy day out, but Buffy's outside anyway. She doesn't exactly want to be--after all, overcast in Luceti isn't quite like her native habitat of glorious Sunnydale, California. But the house feels too small and she has never felt like she's needed so much space before.
She feels so fine around friends, but once back in solitude she becomes rattled again. Could the veggie-vampire-gone-seer be right? It was a little too distressing to focus on. So she goes back to those Sunnydale roots and picks back up on an old activity she used to try and quell other stressful feelings with.
The tossed and open journal registers the sounds of her frustration as she fails to remember the Tai Chi she was taught years ago. She barely has the patience for it. Anyone listening might wonder why the Slayer sounds like she's distraught and failing. Anyone walking by house forty-seven might notice her absolutely horrid attempt at achieving some eastern-derived peace.]
She feels so fine around friends, but once back in solitude she becomes rattled again. Could the veggie-vampire-gone-seer be right? It was a little too distressing to focus on. So she goes back to those Sunnydale roots and picks back up on an old activity she used to try and quell other stressful feelings with.
The tossed and open journal registers the sounds of her frustration as she fails to remember the Tai Chi she was taught years ago. She barely has the patience for it. Anyone listening might wonder why the Slayer sounds like she's distraught and failing. Anyone walking by house forty-seven might notice her absolutely horrid attempt at achieving some eastern-derived peace.]