Lena
“I love it,” she assured with every semblance of a beaming, radiant smile. The Celestine was everything she could’ve dreamed – all, thankfully, due to Frey. The gardens were wondrous, the animals became mended, and she could spend her time doing something she cherished every single day. And most hours, it kept her busy and out of trouble.
Save for now – though the trials and tribulations seemed to only be a bow, some arrows, and ineptitude. “Oh,” she paused, uncertain. They wouldn’t be shooting anything at creatures – based on the targets – and the driving force behind her avoidance was always the rooted portion of vehemence and violence; always a last resort for the Caretaker. Would it be better to at least know something? “Well, I can try. You have my permission to laugh.”
She gave another grin before grabbing the second bow. “Thank you.” Mittens finally relented on the arrow it had stolen, and Lena notched it; she’d seen at least that much from the Dragoons. Studying it like it was a foreign concept, she eventually relented her initial question. “How far back do you pull the string?” Perhaps Astaroth knew.
Save for now – though the trials and tribulations seemed to only be a bow, some arrows, and ineptitude. “Oh,” she paused, uncertain. They wouldn’t be shooting anything at creatures – based on the targets – and the driving force behind her avoidance was always the rooted portion of vehemence and violence; always a last resort for the Caretaker. Would it be better to at least know something? “Well, I can try. You have my permission to laugh.”
She gave another grin before grabbing the second bow. “Thank you.” Mittens finally relented on the arrow it had stolen, and Lena notched it; she’d seen at least that much from the Dragoons. Studying it like it was a foreign concept, she eventually relented her initial question. “How far back do you pull the string?” Perhaps Astaroth knew.
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
your choices outweigh your substance
your choices outweigh your substance
