& if you never bleed you're never gonna grow
Flora only laughs when Theea sighs, the sound warm and bright as she nudges her cousin’s shoulder with an easy bump. "Don’t even start beating yourself up," she says, grin flashing as if she’d expected nothing less. "I’ve been throwing these for, what, five years now? Maybe longer? You’re not supposed to pick up three-at-once on the first try. It really is just time and practice."
She tips her head toward the jungle, curls spilling forward as her gaze sweeps the restless green like three perfect targets might magically step out just for them. "Multiple targets is the same thing you’ve already been doing. You pick three spots, and it should still feel like one motion, not three separate ones. You set your intention to do more, and let your body follow." She twirls one dagger, letting the feathers blur into a silver arc before catching it neat again. "The hard part is when things come out of nowhere—that’s all muscle memory. That’s where you turn your brain off and trust the throw."
Her grin tips sly, bracelets chiming as she folds her arms again. "And for practice? You should rope my dad into it. As much poison as these blades carry, Remi barely even feels pain anymore. I think it's a Mort thing. You could throw at him all day and he’d just stand there giving you a thumbs up." A wink, conspiratorial. "Best training dummy you’ll ever get."
She tips her head toward the jungle, curls spilling forward as her gaze sweeps the restless green like three perfect targets might magically step out just for them. "Multiple targets is the same thing you’ve already been doing. You pick three spots, and it should still feel like one motion, not three separate ones. You set your intention to do more, and let your body follow." She twirls one dagger, letting the feathers blur into a silver arc before catching it neat again. "The hard part is when things come out of nowhere—that’s all muscle memory. That’s where you turn your brain off and trust the throw."
Her grin tips sly, bracelets chiming as she folds her arms again. "And for practice? You should rope my dad into it. As much poison as these blades carry, Remi barely even feels pain anymore. I think it's a Mort thing. You could throw at him all day and he’d just stand there giving you a thumbs up." A wink, conspiratorial. "Best training dummy you’ll ever get."
