Lena
Figuring the trail was enough, Lena nodded, sending notes of her whereabouts to Mittens, who was currently hovering just out of reach of the luxere, as she fumbled with her quiver, extending an arrow upon the bow in her hand. “Nice to meet you, despite the circumstances,” she grinned, trying to muddle through her nerves with her usual compassion and dignity, shaking her hand once they had a moment. “I’m Lena.”
The birds fluttered about, throwing down more seeds and stones, and some seemed to have taken it upon themselves to follow, mimic, and copy her companion’s movements – grabbing some snow and plunging it down over the void cretin’s antlers. It was shaking them off, but clearly distracted enough to let the ladies plan. “I’m not a very good shot – though I’ve been practicing,” she informed, trying not to let her fingers and hands shake as she fumbled around with notching the arrow. She didn’t add in the apprehensive feeling of putting any animal down; but the infested creatures couldn’t be taken care of in any other facets – she’d be certain to say her prayers to Mort. Didn’t make her feel much better though, beforehand.
Swallowing down those trepidations, she tried to line up her efforts, pulling the string with as much force as she’d been taught, taking in a breath that hadn’t been scraped away by the snatch, and fired.
The birds fluttered about, throwing down more seeds and stones, and some seemed to have taken it upon themselves to follow, mimic, and copy her companion’s movements – grabbing some snow and plunging it down over the void cretin’s antlers. It was shaking them off, but clearly distracted enough to let the ladies plan. “I’m not a very good shot – though I’ve been practicing,” she informed, trying not to let her fingers and hands shake as she fumbled around with notching the arrow. She didn’t add in the apprehensive feeling of putting any animal down; but the infested creatures couldn’t be taken care of in any other facets – she’d be certain to say her prayers to Mort. Didn’t make her feel much better though, beforehand.
Swallowing down those trepidations, she tried to line up her efforts, pulling the string with as much force as she’d been taught, taking in a breath that hadn’t been scraped away by the snatch, and fired.
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
your choices outweigh your substance
your choices outweigh your substance
