Kate and Lana had grown up in the same circles. Sort of. At parties they would say hello, and Lana was easy enough to get along with that she could be friends with just about anyone. Kate however, had not had as kind a home life as Lana had, and while the fae had had her own share of despair in her past, the two half-faes had dealt with them in completely different ways.
It didn't mean they still couldn't be friends. At least that's what Lana thought.
Lana had been struggling with the issues of her own weaknesses and mortality for many years now, even more so once she had begun dating Isaac. When they had gotten married, and the Uprising occurred, it was even more starkly apparent that she was a gaping weak point for a man who had once ruled the entire city. It was good that that power was now shared among others. Svetlana was highly in favor of the new oligarchy that had taken power, but she could still be exploited should someone choose to damage Isaac.
Eventually, it had gone even beyond that. She wanted to be strong for herself. To feel empowered in her own skin, and that was a daunting task for a woman who was often mild-mannered and "lady-like." Her mothers could have taught her self-defense easily, and she knew enough to pull herself free should someone attempt to make a come on that was unwelcome, but she'd never asked her kitsune mothers for more. It felt like a wasted opportunity.
Thankfully, she had heard of Kate's decision to join the Defense Network. She admired the half-kitsune's resolve and persistence. Working up the courage, she sent her an email that had more or less asked, "Do you feel comfortable teaching me anything from self-defense that you might have learned in your training?"
To Lana's astonishment, Kate had been very welcome of the idea, if not surprised on her own to hear from the half-dryad. They have never been more than acquaintances: familiar faces who spoke on topics of near nonsense that was considered appropriate in such settings, but they'd always shared a sense of camaraderie, Lana felt.
Lana had proposed the place: there was a gym that was an offshoot of the Memorial Hospital mostly for patients who were taking physical therapy, but it had just about every piece of work out equipment one could manage. And since her husband owned the hospital and the genetics laboratory next door, it was easy enough for Lana to get a large room and section reserved for their own personal use.
The door was locked with a card reader, which Lana easily overrided with a keycard provided to her. Leaving the door propped, she entered the room which was normally used for cardio classes, all the walls covered in mirrors to allow for inspection of technique and poise. Flipping on the lights, she set her water bottle and a towel down on the ground near the side of the room, and took off her gym shoes.
She'd gotten there early, so it was the perfect time for her to meditate for a short time, and get her emotions, as well as her powers in check.@Squeeji