Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
They had to be better, stronger, defiant against the rest of the world. Situations, circumstances, and latest events had been bewildering, stupefying, and downright absurd on the best of days – and those were far behind them. Peace amidst Torchline hadn’t been there from the beginning, but now it spiraled in convoluted sections, pissing contests back and forth between Ark members and government officials, and unfortunately she knew both sides well. But a majority of the issues would be setting sail soon, herself included, with some remaining behind – and she was nervous, apprehensive, for Nate and Sunjata, to have to contend with things without her.
So she’d already formulated some targets and bullseyes in the yard behind their designated home, before the maneuvering, wide-open sea, the backdrop of the setting sun applicable for the Ascended’s weakness towards the light. The marks were a little haphazard, drawn together on rocks or stacks of wood, but they’d do the job – on various levels of difficulty, the first being the closest, the second in the middle, and the third a long range away from her formulated area.
The youth had her own bow and her preferred arrows, and she’d acquired one in the market specifically for Nate, presuming he’d need a larger armament. Some training arrows were nestled in a quiver just for him, and the honeybee child took her time, assembling everything for when he was ready.
So she’d already formulated some targets and bullseyes in the yard behind their designated home, before the maneuvering, wide-open sea, the backdrop of the setting sun applicable for the Ascended’s weakness towards the light. The marks were a little haphazard, drawn together on rocks or stacks of wood, but they’d do the job – on various levels of difficulty, the first being the closest, the second in the middle, and the third a long range away from her formulated area.
The youth had her own bow and her preferred arrows, and she’d acquired one in the market specifically for Nate, presuming he’d need a larger armament. Some training arrows were nestled in a quiver just for him, and the honeybee child took her time, assembling everything for when he was ready.
Melita
