I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
She smirked at his approval; but didn’t let anything get forgotten in those moments of pride and satisfaction. Keeping her bow carefully in her arms, she walked back to Koa, watching as he notched another arrow and waited for some instruction. Now, she could be a real piece of shit and grant him some horrific advice where he’d get his own body somehow lopped off, but she’d save the torture for another outrageous comment made or something. She figured one of her points had at least been made.
“When you’re aiming, a lot of people want to use the bow. But it must be your eye. Your sight pinpoints on the target, not the weapon itself.” Picking her own armament back up, she demonstrated by placing a plain arrow along its string, then narrowed her gaze, selecting a nearby tree. “Like there, for instance. I want it right in the center.” Where there was a dark trace of bark, browner than the rest. Releasing her arrow, it shot straight into the sienna highlights, demonstrating her semantics.
Then she lowered it, jutting her jawline towards where everything remained. “You try.”
“When you’re aiming, a lot of people want to use the bow. But it must be your eye. Your sight pinpoints on the target, not the weapon itself.” Picking her own armament back up, she demonstrated by placing a plain arrow along its string, then narrowed her gaze, selecting a nearby tree. “Like there, for instance. I want it right in the center.” Where there was a dark trace of bark, browner than the rest. Releasing her arrow, it shot straight into the sienna highlights, demonstrating her semantics.
Then she lowered it, jutting her jawline towards where everything remained. “You try.”
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
