Reflections Of Angels

Her Own Time

Finally, Grizelda had gone to sleep. The little girl had been attached to Nyx's hip all day, with a level of ferocity that was almost terrifying; but she was only a baby, and soon exhaustion had got the better of her. Nyx was tired too, tired in her mind, but she wasn't going to rest. She had to do something.

Changing into her training gear, she snuck down into the training room, removing her socks and shoes to pad silently across the gym floor. He hadn't re-emerged from his office room, but that didn't mean she couldn't practice- at least, they hadn't established she couldn't.

Once in the training room, she headed for a punchbag, pulling it out into the centre of the room and began to punch.

It was cathartic just to hit something. All the problems she she couldn't physically solve; all the secrets she had to keep; all the conflict and emotions bottled up inside... Gone under the pounding of her hands. The blood coursing through her veins felt strong and powerful, her muscles burning in the most amazing way. Suddenly, she spun, wanting to try out a kick he had taught her- the resounding smack sound was delicious, and one of Alysha's hairpins shot out of her hair and stuck in the edge of the mat.

Snorting humourously at the distance it had gone, Nyx walked over and bent down to pick it up. The tip had sunk deep into the foam and it took a surprising amount of effort to pull it out. Quizzically, Nyx raised it to her face to examine; running her finger along the thin-filed tip. A bead of scarlet blood blossomed atop her skin. An idea occurring, Nyx removed the other from her hair and walked towards the knife throwing targets. As silent as a whisper, the blade sliced cleanly through the air, landing deep in one of the central rings.

Oh, Alysha. Perfectly weighted and razor sharp- a brilliantly thought out gift.

She practiced with them more, finding herself doing playful tricks like flipping them through her fingers as she grew more confident. These felt right; like extensions of her arms.

Suddenly a slight sound at the top of the stairs drew her attention. Startled, she turned. And there he was- watching, she didn't know for how long. He beckoned her when he saw he had her attention. "Can you come help me with something?"