Julianna's mug of tea was still three-quarters full. When she looked at the surface of the liquid, she could see a hazy reflection of the sky. Seconds ticked by on her gold wristwatch. The corners of her mouth turned up into a rueful smile.
"There isn't a 'rulebook', per se," she told Valerie. "There is a list of very strong suggestions that govern the relationship between Watchers and Slayers, and most of those are directed at Watchers. Acceptance of those suggestions has helped to build the Council's tradition of grooming girls into warriors. As for me..."
She paused. She didn't want the blonde getting the wrong impression, that she was some kind of rogue who'd strayed from the beaten path because she'd been unnaturally attached to the girl she'd trained. If she'd been a different person, she could have taken a much darker route to escape the pain. But she genuinely believed in the Council's work, and even now that included most of their ideals. So where did that leave her?
It left her conflicted, is where it left her.
"I did think you seemed troubled when you sat down," she finally said. It was best to be frank. She wanted so badly to return to the place she'd been seven years ago, to be good at this again. That meant establishing trust and honesty.
The Watcher sipped more tea. "If there's something concerning you besides the dreams, you can speak to me about it. Anything you say will remain in the strictest confidence."
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on 2013-12-06 04:07 pm (UTC)Julianna's mug of tea was still three-quarters full. When she looked at the surface of the liquid, she could see a hazy reflection of the sky. Seconds ticked by on her gold wristwatch. The corners of her mouth turned up into a rueful smile.
"There isn't a 'rulebook', per se," she told Valerie. "There is a list of very strong suggestions that govern the relationship between Watchers and Slayers, and most of those are directed at Watchers. Acceptance of those suggestions has helped to build the Council's tradition of grooming girls into warriors. As for me..."
She paused. She didn't want the blonde getting the wrong impression, that she was some kind of rogue who'd strayed from the beaten path because she'd been unnaturally attached to the girl she'd trained. If she'd been a different person, she could have taken a much darker route to escape the pain. But she genuinely believed in the Council's work, and even now that included most of their ideals. So where did that leave her?
It left her conflicted, is where it left her.
"I did think you seemed troubled when you sat down," she finally said. It was best to be frank. She wanted so badly to return to the place she'd been seven years ago, to be good at this again. That meant establishing trust and honesty.
The Watcher sipped more tea. "If there's something concerning you besides the dreams, you can speak to me about it. Anything you say will remain in the strictest confidence."