the moon only shines with the help of the sun
Marcus’ shoulders drooped some. He didn’t like missing the last arrow, and he was ready to sulk again when his father ended the session. Marcus turned to him briefly as he clapped his back. Sighing, and rolling his shoulders up and back, the youngling set down the bow. ”Okay.” He said, before stepping onto the field to help his father collect his arrows.
He went over to the target, bracing against it with one hand and using the other to grab the arrows as close to the head as he could. Then, he twisted and pulled, taking care not to pull the shaft off of the head and leave it stuck inside the target. His father, gathering the arrow on the other side of the target, asked him a question and Marcus shook his head. ”Uh, no, she hasn’t.” He said, repeating his actions to pull out another arrow. ”Who will do the assessment?” He asked.
He went over to the target, bracing against it with one hand and using the other to grab the arrows as close to the head as he could. Then, he twisted and pulled, taking care not to pull the shaft off of the head and leave it stuck inside the target. His father, gathering the arrow on the other side of the target, asked him a question and Marcus shook his head. ”Uh, no, she hasn’t.” He said, repeating his actions to pull out another arrow. ”Who will do the assessment?” He asked.
it's not as safe when your walking alone
