MELITA
Adam seemed to hasten to her advice again, breathing, settling, nearly hitting the middle on the first shot. She withheld her enthusiasm as best she could, not yearning to break his concentration, so she did some silent cheers with her fingers behind her back, a vivid smile painted on her lips. The second was a little fast, perhaps due to excitement or pride, and she didn’t grimace or wince, allowing him a moment to figure out what needed to be done on his own. On the last portion, he managed to get the arrow to its sanction, and she could finally release the breath she was holding. “Bravo! Fantastic! Well done!” She also made sure to give him several rounds of applause, while intermittently picking up all the arrows left around or within the shambled targets, placing them in her hands as she skipped along.At his smile, at his turn, because he knew he’d been successful, she placed the weapons back into the quiver and hummed, as if mulling over the entire affair. Truth be told, she’d made up her mind already, but would see if it was acceptable to him. “Would you like your own bow?” Her gilded gaze flicked back to him, a little conviction, a little promise, a little vow curled and coiled in her essence. “I can make you one, and some arrows too. You’ll have a set just for you.” Her grin grew bolder, brighter, rays of sunshine and exultations. “It’ll take me a little time.” She might be able to finish it in a couple of days, then she could deliver it to wherever he lived – and he’d be capable of practicing whenever he wanted. He’d earned it.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
