It's too much to bear my darlin', the weight of the world
And I would carry it for you
Noah could understand the child's frustration. Especially with the parents he had, and the sister he had. Noah and Cordelia had both been holding and using a bow since they were half of Marcus' age, and Margot had taken to it like a fish to water. It wasn't easy to be one that struggled with something when everyone around you seemed to have it easy. Confident, however, Noah was in the fact that he he been the cause of these frustrations, he went on.
"Well, the first test is rather easy, but it is with your eye rather than your hand." Noah encouraged, setting the bow down. He turned to face the targets and gestured for Marcus to do the same. "First, take your hands and make this triangle shape." He displayed what he meant with his own hands held before him. "Now stretch your arms out in front of you, and focus on a target through the opening in your hands." Again, Noah demonstrated. "Start bringing your hands back like this, and keep your eye on the target. Now, close one eye at a time. Which one sees the target, and which one sees the back of your hand?"
The demigod turned to his son to watch him, ready to add any adjustments and corrections as necessary.
"Well, the first test is rather easy, but it is with your eye rather than your hand." Noah encouraged, setting the bow down. He turned to face the targets and gestured for Marcus to do the same. "First, take your hands and make this triangle shape." He displayed what he meant with his own hands held before him. "Now stretch your arms out in front of you, and focus on a target through the opening in your hands." Again, Noah demonstrated. "Start bringing your hands back like this, and keep your eye on the target. Now, close one eye at a time. Which one sees the target, and which one sees the back of your hand?"
The demigod turned to his son to watch him, ready to add any adjustments and corrections as necessary.
