My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Ever an astute student, her son poses all the right questions and her smile grows, "Yes. They all have different styles that are better suited for the user. That's part of why you want to commission a bow." Maeve explains, letting him study her old weapon, "It was. I had it made when I was pregnant with you." When his father had left and she was afraid of what that meant for her. Scared that she wouldn't be able to protect him.
Laughing softly, the Nightshade nods, dropping her arm and letting her form relax. "She did. I had to complete a quest for her to get it." Not just that, but she'd had her fingertips burned off for it, too.
Stepping to the side so he has room to work, the Queen watches with pride as he moves into his form without a moment of hesitation, falling into it naturally. She doesn't even have to adjust his elbow or shoulders. He releases the arrow and it hits the bullseye, sinking in deeply, "Exactly like that. Again." Maeve instructs, releasing another arrow of her own towards the target.
Laughing softly, the Nightshade nods, dropping her arm and letting her form relax. "She did. I had to complete a quest for her to get it." Not just that, but she'd had her fingertips burned off for it, too.
Stepping to the side so he has room to work, the Queen watches with pride as he moves into his form without a moment of hesitation, falling into it naturally. She doesn't even have to adjust his elbow or shoulders. He releases the arrow and it hits the bullseye, sinking in deeply, "Exactly like that. Again." Maeve instructs, releasing another arrow of her own towards the target.
Maeve
