// hope, is wonderfully messy //
Lena nodded, granting permission for movement of her form. Turned out she’d been holding the weapon wrong the entire time, and she could only lightly blush at the sentiments of her and Astaroth’s attempts. They must’ve looked like walking disasters – and to think she’d been so proud to hit one target. “Ohhh,” she murmured in response, cringing all the while. “That explains a lot,” she hastened afterwards, maneuvering her arms into what was needed.
Within that threshold though, she breathed again, adjustments made, and notched the arrow. Her muscles strained under the newfound motion; these weren’t quite as honed as the ones she used for carrying water buckets or soil or any other haphazard measure. Narrowing her eyes, she pulled the string, a bit limper than anyone probably would’ve liked, and fired.
The arrow did go farther and straighter, before taking a nosedive plunge into the earth.
Within that threshold though, she breathed again, adjustments made, and notched the arrow. Her muscles strained under the newfound motion; these weren’t quite as honed as the ones she used for carrying water buckets or soil or any other haphazard measure. Narrowing her eyes, she pulled the string, a bit limper than anyone probably would’ve liked, and fired.
The arrow did go farther and straighter, before taking a nosedive plunge into the earth.
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
