// hope, is wonderfully messy //
Lena’s brows furrowed again – hadn’t she been aiming? It’d been a difficult task on the Bone Bridge, but maybe they’d been too busy laughing at their own pathetic attempts to really take notions into consideration. While Mittens retrieved, with the loudest grumble known to mankind, she tried to concentrate her efforts on Zavien’s explanations.
The tap on her cheek surprised her – as was the information that followed. “Oh, I thought - ,” well, not much, in regards, and she grimaced, with a light giggle afterwards. She notched the armament again, then brought it upwards, resting against her cheek. Her muscles strained again, awkward and out of place from everything else, but when her eyes landed upon the target and she drew the strand, the release was much more effective.
In fact, it even went straight – landing precariously in front of the target.
The tap on her cheek surprised her – as was the information that followed. “Oh, I thought - ,” well, not much, in regards, and she grimaced, with a light giggle afterwards. She notched the armament again, then brought it upwards, resting against her cheek. Her muscles strained again, awkward and out of place from everything else, but when her eyes landed upon the target and she drew the strand, the release was much more effective.
In fact, it even went straight – landing precariously in front of the target.
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
