"No way," Lisbeth said.
She watched every toss of the apple, feeling her chest tighten more and more the further they got into the park. It was a very small apple. Not so small that she couldn't hit it--she'd hit smaller targets without much trouble--but small enough that she definitely wasn't confident with what her sister had in mind.
"We're not doing this." She stood across from Morana, crossing her arms. She refused to draw her bow. "Just forget it. I'll shoot at some normal targets."
Frey had commanded her to practice her archery before she could earn the privilege of being gifted a magical bow. Lisbeth practiced her archery nearly every day, so in itself, it wasn't much of a request. But she didn't want to just practice with her normal routine. When she'd told Morana this, her sister had come up with this insane plan.
There was no way they were doing this.
She watched every toss of the apple, feeling her chest tighten more and more the further they got into the park. It was a very small apple. Not so small that she couldn't hit it--she'd hit smaller targets without much trouble--but small enough that she definitely wasn't confident with what her sister had in mind.
"We're not doing this." She stood across from Morana, crossing her arms. She refused to draw her bow. "Just forget it. I'll shoot at some normal targets."
Frey had commanded her to practice her archery before she could earn the privilege of being gifted a magical bow. Lisbeth practiced her archery nearly every day, so in itself, it wasn't much of a request. But she didn't want to just practice with her normal routine. When she'd told Morana this, her sister had come up with this insane plan.
There was no way they were doing this.
