Cordelia
Cordelia cursed as her arrow hit, but didn't strike true the way she wanted to. The Attuned glanced back at her counterparts, torn between pursuing and returning back to them, eventually deciding not to separate herself from the rest of the group. Trotting back towards Noah, Cordelia shook her head, a frown tugging on her lips. "It was a bad shot. Sorry..." She mumbled, ducking her head as she put her bow back over her back, daring a glance up at him as her cheeks flushed.
"Hopefully the one will last us for a bit." She finally settled on, trying to look on the bright side of her shortcomings.
Cordelia doesn't pursue and returns to the group.
"Hopefully the one will last us for a bit." She finally settled on, trying to look on the bright side of her shortcomings.
Cordelia doesn't pursue and returns to the group.
I've been the archer and I've been the prey
Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?
Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?
