Lisbeth clenched her fists. For a moment, just a moment, she wanted to punch her sister in the face.
She crossed her arms when Morana put the apple back on her head. "What's wrong with you? How do you expect me to do that again after what you just pulled? If you move like that again, I might hit you."
They argued about it for a few more minutes. Eventually, Lisbeth relented. The constant badgering from her much-more-stubborn sister was more than she could handle.
"Fine!" she grabbed her spent arrow from where it had embedded in the tree. "You want to stay alive, then hold the hell still."
She stalked back across the grass, stopping thirty paces away. She drew an arrow, pointing it at the ground. She hesitated, taking a slow, deep breath.
She could do this.
"Hold still," she said again, carefully taking aim.
The apple was a small target. But she could hit it. She'd hit much smaller targets plenty of times. She could hit the bullseye during training almost every time. There was no reason she couldn't do this.
She whispered a silent prayer to Frey, aimed down the length of the arrow, then gently released the arrow and let it fly.
She crossed her arms when Morana put the apple back on her head. "What's wrong with you? How do you expect me to do that again after what you just pulled? If you move like that again, I might hit you."
They argued about it for a few more minutes. Eventually, Lisbeth relented. The constant badgering from her much-more-stubborn sister was more than she could handle.
"Fine!" she grabbed her spent arrow from where it had embedded in the tree. "You want to stay alive, then hold the hell still."
She stalked back across the grass, stopping thirty paces away. She drew an arrow, pointing it at the ground. She hesitated, taking a slow, deep breath.
She could do this.
"Hold still," she said again, carefully taking aim.
The apple was a small target. But she could hit it. She'd hit much smaller targets plenty of times. She could hit the bullseye during training almost every time. There was no reason she couldn't do this.
She whispered a silent prayer to Frey, aimed down the length of the arrow, then gently released the arrow and let it fly.
