BtVS Drabble Prompt: Pan

Sometimes, she pretends she’s standing in a creek. Water rushes past her, little white ripples against her bare legs. The sun beats down on her head. Gravel shifts under her feet, and she bends down to scoop some up in her bare hands. It sparkles, and she knows she found something incredibly valuable.

In real life, the current is overwhelming. She’s foundering under the demands of her friends, her family, her duty and her own desires. Disapproval rains down on her head. But she still stands in current, panning through the sharp words for the sparkle to keep her going.