It's too much to bear my darlin', the weight of the world
And I would carry it for you
"Alright then." Noah said with a firm nod and a grin sweeping over his features. "Then we can start again. You're gonna hold the bow exactly how you were before but mirrored. Switch your hands in position and your feet on the ground." Noah explained quickly, turning back to grab the bow once more and hand it to his son. When Marcus took it, Noah stepped aside to his back to him with his positioning. "Remember the exercise we started with? We are going back to it." Noah said again, and tapped his son on the shoulder to signal he could begin.
Noah watched as he worked through the positioning drills. Lowering and lifting the bow, aiming, twisting, and moving back and drawing up at the same time. Marcus was moving slower, tired, and Noah noticed how their shadows were growing longer in the flickering firelights placed all around the barracks.
Noah watched as he worked through the positioning drills. Lowering and lifting the bow, aiming, twisting, and moving back and drawing up at the same time. Marcus was moving slower, tired, and Noah noticed how their shadows were growing longer in the flickering firelights placed all around the barracks.
