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A faint breeze seemed to travel through the yard and Willow pulled the sleeves down on her hoodie just a bit more. She was currently sitting cross-legged on the ground as she tried to center herself. She was magick, she was connected to everything, and she had to make sure she didn't lose herself again. A slow breath escaped her as she rested her hands on her knees and let her eyes flutter shut.
Okay, yes, she could do this whole meditate thing.
"Goddess be with me," she said softly as she began to let her mind clear. Her skin tingled with the feeling of the magick surrounding the prison. The feeling was familiar, comforting, and unnerving at the same time. She could just reach out and rip it all apart. Not that she would. No, she wasn't Dark Willow anymore.
Okay. Focus. She had to get over her fear of giving into the magick. She needed to help Faith. Which by the way, was totally weird. They were kind of like a team now and then were so many slayers. Buffy was all grr agh and this whole place was just insane. Willow cracked an eye open and winced as she noticed every single leaf that had been on the grass was now floating around her.
"Whoops," she opened both eyes and let out a sigh. "Get it together, Rosenberg. People need you." She slapped her cheeks with her hands and settled in for another attempt at centering herself. The leaves merely stayed hovering around her.
Goddess, hopefully no one walked out here and freaked out.