Who: Sarah Vida | Open Where: Outside. What: Blowing off some steam. When: 7:39 pm, March 27. Rating: TBA | probably high.
The last damn thing she needed was dealing with yet another vampire; all of them. They felt like sandpaper on her skin; Damon didn't bother her. He was one vampire and his sandpapery feeling didn't get to her as much as the others. But as of this moment? All Sarah wanted was something --- or someone --- to hit. Barring that --- she needed a good amount of exercise and while exercise with Damon might be fun, she needed exercise of another sort at that point. Shifting her grip on one of her knives, she began the simple movements to start her work outs. Her attention was focused on that, that alone. She didn't need -- or want -- to deal with anyone at that point and her temper was running on high. Joking. Right.
Anger flashed in those sapphire eyes as she moved, practicing. It was so much less fun when she didn't have Adia there to practice with, or even Nikolas or Kristopher. She took a deep breath and centered herself, pulling on that Vidan calm. Why the hell was she so damn protective of a vampire she'd just met? It made no sense, let alone for her to be protective of anyone except Caryn. Spinning around, she hit the tree nearest to her and let her eyes widen just a bit. So she broke a damn tree, at leash it wasn't the old Magician's house. At this point, her focus was entirely on trying to calm herself down and not go rip off people's heads. Vampires. Vampires everywhere. She could feel them, she could sense them, and it was pushing her to her limit.
Sarah brushed her hand back through her hair, sitting down and let her eyes drift shut as she tried to shut off the part of her magic that felt them. Even when she got close to it, her senses screamed in pain and her hands pressed against her head as she forced herself to shut that part of her off. Finally, she could breathe again.