#dryadalis

“Good morning.” Satya nodded at her as she moved briskly the open floor of the gym, unrolling the thin mat tucked under her one arm and setting down a small holo-pad beside it. “Did I disturb you?”

"Not at all.” Fareeha rose to her feet after fixing her laces and gestured vaguely towards the side door to the gym leading outside. “I was just getting ready to go for my run.”

“Run?” Satya stopped and looked up at her with confusion. “In this weather?”

She had scarcely uttered, “What weather?” before--

Ka-kooom!

A echoing clap of thunder announced the deluge of rain that began to pound on the roof of the base like a drum. Fareeha looked out to the far side of the gym and saw heavy drops of water pelting against the window in sheets, and gave a huffy sigh. 

“Oh.”Fareeha slumped down on the bench, looking towards the rest of the equipment in the gym. “Well... there goes that idea.”

Satya gave a soft chuckle, her voice still low and warm from the early hours of the day. “Perhaps another time.”

“I guess so, yeah.” Cardio days were her bane as is, and while she could always try and get her exercise in on the treadmill, she’d hate ever minute of running in place with no change of scenery. Twisting to face Satya now, she watched her fiddle with the holo-pad on her mat for a moment or so before soft veena music began to play. 

It was a gentle sound, one that only barely filled the open air around them and one that sounded oddly familiar the longer she listened.

“Wait, are you the one who comes in here before me on the weekdays?” 

She rested the holo-pad on the ground and knelt back on her mat with her feet tucked underneath. “Yes.”

“Oh.” Fareeha blinked and bit her lip. “Do you... always come in here to do, uh... yoga?”

“Occasionally, yes.” Another short, stunted answer.Slowly, Satya bent forward with her arms stretched in front of her, taking deep, calm breaths all the while. From under her arm, she looked up at Fareeha warily. “Why?”

“No reason. Just... curious.” She glanced around the room, unsure of where she was going with this conversation. It was easier to talk to others when they were all suited up, when everyone was using call-signs and ready for combat and on a mission. 

But here, where she wasn’t Pharah, but Fareeha Amari, and where the woman before her wasn’t Symmetra, but instead Satya Vaswani, it was hard, and it was even harder considering it had only been a few months since the other had signed on. Everyone was adjusting and getting used to all the new that had come with this new reinstated Overwatch.

Fareeha watched Satya shift her weight forward and suddenly, she was on all fours in a wide V-shape, her hips pointed up towards the ceiling and her head hanging between her arms. The motion was fluid and looked so effortless, as everything tended to look whenever the former Vishkar agent moved. In a way, Fareeha envied how conscious she was of the space around her, of how every elegant movement had some underlying purpose; whereas Fareeha felt she was the last person someone call for when a delicate touch was needed.

“You are staring.”

She jumped in her seat, nearly smacking her water bottle over in the process. “Oh. Sorry. Should I.. leave you be, then?” 

“It’s fine.” Satya walked her feet towards her hands, eventually touching the tips of her fingers to her toes. “You’re quiet, so I don’t mind you being here.”

Fareeha couldn’t help but smile at that. “Wait, I’m quiet?”

“You don’t talk simply to talk.” And Satya began to gradually bring her arms up until they were above her head, fingers outstretched and reaching towards the ceiling. “And you do not make me feel as though I need to speak.”

“Oh.” That was the third time she had said that in the past twenty minutes and part of her lauded her lack of interesting things to say. “Well, um... thank you?”

The other woman laughed brightly, and looked over her shoulder once more at Fareeha with an intense, but surprisingly warm look in her eyes. Maybe it was just the early morning softness of the lights. Yeah. That was it. “Forgive me. I don’t usually spend my mornings with others.”

"I don’t always either.” She said with a chuckle, taking her water bottle in hand and standing up all the same. “I really should get going though. I promised Winston I would help run drills at noon.”

“Ah. If you must.” Satya replied simply, and let her arms flutter down to her sides, letting out a heavy breath. “I will not keep you.”

“See you later, then. Enjoy your yoga.” Fareeha believed that to be the end of it, and began to make her way towards the door with a quick nod to the other, but then she heard the other speak up just as the door swished open. 

“The rain ruined your workout today, yes?” Satya mused absently, though Fareeha could see how her eyes were all but glued to the mat as she bent back into the wide V pose from before. “The next that happens, join me here. I can teach you what I know so you don’t have to stare at me the whole time.”