// hope, is wonderfully messy //
Well, that was embarrassing. She’d had no idea, especially when she’d snagged it from the armory, that there were different bows for certain dimensions and proportions. Notions of needing more strength had her eyes downcast for a moment, wondering just how far she was willing to go for these achievements and still avoid violence as a whole, but if the solution was simply to get something smaller… “Oh. I didn’t realize there were sizes,” she cringed. Maybe she should’ve just left it all the professionals, and retreated right back into the familiarity of her gardens and zoo.
But that also meant complacency, which she didn’t want to embark within either. Nodding along, and breathing away the feeling of mild shame, she resumed the same stance from before, remembering where the fletching needed to be. Notching the arrow, pulling it as taut as she could, she let it fly, and it zoomed well beyond the first few tries. “Okay. Maybe I’m getting the hang of it. Anything else I need to fix?”
But that also meant complacency, which she didn’t want to embark within either. Nodding along, and breathing away the feeling of mild shame, she resumed the same stance from before, remembering where the fletching needed to be. Notching the arrow, pulling it as taut as she could, she let it fly, and it zoomed well beyond the first few tries. “Okay. Maybe I’m getting the hang of it. Anything else I need to fix?”
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
