Lena
Lena’s arrow, perhaps predictably, missed. It veered off a yard or so from the infested deer, and she bit at her lip, uncertain about the sudden layers of emotions reeling through her, but incapable of letting them rattle her further. Shaking her head, tossing the trepidations about, she quietly and quickly snagged at another, while the other woman’s fired off.
That one was much more successful, landing upon the luxere’s shoulder. It gave a bellowing call of rage and pain, and she could see her birds beginning to rise out of the brush and area, preparing for another round. “Thanks,” she whispered in return, striving to quell the nerves in her fingers from skewing the aim of her next one any further. “Maybe one more will do it?” Its speed was slowed down, at least, but certainly not its raw anger.
Mittens hissed in return, layered another shot at the antlers, the head, as she drew again.
That one was much more successful, landing upon the luxere’s shoulder. It gave a bellowing call of rage and pain, and she could see her birds beginning to rise out of the brush and area, preparing for another round. “Thanks,” she whispered in return, striving to quell the nerves in her fingers from skewing the aim of her next one any further. “Maybe one more will do it?” Its speed was slowed down, at least, but certainly not its raw anger.
Mittens hissed in return, layered another shot at the antlers, the head, as she drew again.
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
your choices outweigh your substance
your choices outweigh your substance
