fandomtownies | The Preserve, Monday Afternoon

Octavia had immediately felt better as soon as the preserve swallowed her up, nothing but trees everywhere she looked. When she came out here on her own, it always felt a little like stepping outside of Fandom, stepping right off the island into a space that made more sense to her. At least until she spotted a teal deer, or an alot ambled by in the distance. But even with freaky fauna, the preserve still felt right.

She'd clearly needed that today.

And it wasn't as if she'd just trekked all the way here just to hang out, either. She had a small target set up in one of the trees, perfect for practising throwing things with great precision. She had the throwing star Beau had given her, and she was hurling it through the air over and over, trying to get a hang of the aiming, because Beau hadn't been kidding when she'd said it was kind of a sensitive thing. Octavia kept missing, which meant she was constantly hunting for the star in the undergrowth. But she didn't mind that. It was still something to focus on.

And, sure, this kind of training would probably have been easier - or at least a little less unpleasant - if she hadn't had a still-healing tattoo making her right arm sore in a way that she could feel with every damn throw. But on the other hand, sometimes a little pain was therapeutic for grounding her back into her body.

You had your coping strategies, and she had hers.

[ooc: The preserve is an open space, and so is this post.]