Lena
even when no one was looking
I was still kind
I was still kind
It didn’t feel natural at all – but then again, Lena has never coordinated her frame into anything formidable. She was used to racing through enclosures, tending to animals, and crouching amidst gardens; and she could feel her muscles beginning to protest already. But she was steadfast and determined, and if she was sore later it would be worth the potential agony and a long, hot bath to make up for it.
She beamed at the following encouragement though, proud of herself for making that insubstantial mark. Listening all the while though, the reality of the situation still sparked and sizzled, and she knew in her heart she’d have a difficult time ever aiming for someone’s head, torso, or anywhere else really; a dummy was one thing, and a living, breathing being another. So she nodded, taking another breath and trying to swallow down those feelings; but the Caretaker was no stone figure. Even as she watched him demonstrate, her eyes widened.
He'd probably read it on her face the moment she took the stance once more. Apprehension, clear and coiled, hand grasping too tight, not prepared to swing through. She gave it a shot anyway, summoning the depths of her practically, putting more force as she stepped forward, and watched as it sniped at the target’s elbow; probably enough of a knock to threaten a bruise. “Was that better?”
She beamed at the following encouragement though, proud of herself for making that insubstantial mark. Listening all the while though, the reality of the situation still sparked and sizzled, and she knew in her heart she’d have a difficult time ever aiming for someone’s head, torso, or anywhere else really; a dummy was one thing, and a living, breathing being another. So she nodded, taking another breath and trying to swallow down those feelings; but the Caretaker was no stone figure. Even as she watched him demonstrate, her eyes widened.
He'd probably read it on her face the moment she took the stance once more. Apprehension, clear and coiled, hand grasping too tight, not prepared to swing through. She gave it a shot anyway, summoning the depths of her practically, putting more force as she stepped forward, and watched as it sniped at the target’s elbow; probably enough of a knock to threaten a bruise. “Was that better?”
with all of my heart
even when it is invisible
even when it is invisible
