Lena
Uncertain if she should ask about his own occupation, for she didn’t have much of a prying habit, she instead lent her attention to everything else – like the bow, the arrows, and the confusion. Her eyes flickered back and forth between his already utilized strands and her own, fingers pulling back on it inefficiently, watching as the string listlessly popped back into place. “All right. Worth a try,” she supposed, though she was already grimacing.
Mittens made some foul little frown when Astaroth’s arrow ultimately vanished, and Lena had to wonder how many they might be wasting soon.
Taking a deep breath, she tugged on the thread again, until her arm ached and her muscles screeched – clearly used to other multitudes of work. Notching the arrow, she concentrated painfully on the nearest target, closing one eye and honing in, thinking that would help her focus.
Upon her release, however, it shot straight downward, snagging at the boards of the bridge in an audible and ridiculous twang.
Mittens made some foul little frown when Astaroth’s arrow ultimately vanished, and Lena had to wonder how many they might be wasting soon.
Taking a deep breath, she tugged on the thread again, until her arm ached and her muscles screeched – clearly used to other multitudes of work. Notching the arrow, she concentrated painfully on the nearest target, closing one eye and honing in, thinking that would help her focus.
Upon her release, however, it shot straight downward, snagging at the boards of the bridge in an audible and ridiculous twang.
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
your choices outweigh your substance
your choices outweigh your substance
