Re: Holding Pens: Buffy
Buffy looked up at him. It was like he knew, somehow. Which, of course, she instantly hoped he actually didn't. She didn't think vampires could read thoughts, but she wasn't ready to bet on that just yet and reverted her thoughts to ones, again, of nothing but cheese.
But she took his advice. She wasn't awfully tall, and mystical destiny or not? She knew she wasn't the exact picture of intimidation, but she squared her shoulders back and lifted her head high after fastening the collar around her neck. She would march through the barn with as much dignity as she could muster, with a fire in her eyes, and with her thoughts solely on cheese.