My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
"Or made for you by one of the gods, but we'll worry about that later. This one will be good to start with." Maeve explains, getting into position to release her star towards the target, nodding in satisfaction when it strikes true. Edmund steps up again for his second shot and she beams when it sinks in only a few inches over from the first arrow. "Très bien!" The Nightshade exclaims, clapping in excitement for her son's natural talent, "I should have known you'd have a knack for this."
Maeve playfully bumps her hip against her son's, grinning down at him, "Let's try something a little more difficult, hm?" She lets out a whistle, calling Aidon down from his perch above the training grounds. The large dragon swoops down, familiar with the task laid out before him by his bonded, grabbing the back bar of one of the discarded targets and slowly crossing in front of them. "It's easy to hit things that aren't moving, but in the real world things won't stay still for you."
She slips back into her form, allowing him to watch her movements as she tracks the target, torso swiveling as her bow remains steady before finally releasing the arrow. It transforms as soon as it leaves her grasp, hitting the target's bullseye. Aidon doesn't even flinch, only pausing for a moment before he continues forward again, waiting for the prince's own arrow to come his way.
Maeve playfully bumps her hip against her son's, grinning down at him, "Let's try something a little more difficult, hm?" She lets out a whistle, calling Aidon down from his perch above the training grounds. The large dragon swoops down, familiar with the task laid out before him by his bonded, grabbing the back bar of one of the discarded targets and slowly crossing in front of them. "It's easy to hit things that aren't moving, but in the real world things won't stay still for you."
She slips back into her form, allowing him to watch her movements as she tracks the target, torso swiveling as her bow remains steady before finally releasing the arrow. It transforms as soon as it leaves her grasp, hitting the target's bullseye. Aidon doesn't even flinch, only pausing for a moment before he continues forward again, waiting for the prince's own arrow to come his way.
Maeve
