// hope, is wonderfully messy //
Zavien was probably far too nice about it, but Lena beamed again; proud of the pathetic efforts. “Oh um, we can keep practicing. I’m not going to hit you though,” she rolled her eyes, snorting at the suggestion. Instead, she’d, unknowingly, grant him an opportunity. “Is there anything else I should be doing?” The Caretaker clearly wasn’t perfection, and she didn’t want to settle into complacency.
Grabbing hold of the arrow Mittens offered, she notched the arrow again and took a rather haphazard stance, glancing back to him to see if she was doing everything (anything) correctly. Practice, on her own or with Astaroth, hadn’t actually deigned…skill.
Grabbing hold of the arrow Mittens offered, she notched the arrow again and took a rather haphazard stance, glancing back to him to see if she was doing everything (
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
