Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
The Ascended, but favored uncle, was given a brief snort at his ‘lil’ comment, but she shook it off, choosing not to be rankled and irritated so easily, not when she had precious moments left with them before the season drew her out across the waves. Her eyes went to the assemblage before them, and then to Nate snagging at the bow automatically. “First, we wrap up your arm.” And though he wouldn’t be able to feel pain, inexperience would still cut up his skin when the string rubbed against it. “You don’t need any.other injuries.” Her eyes went to him briefly, a dare for the man to refute the claim, and then donned some linen around the chosen arm.
Next, she took up her own bow, the weight familiar, lovely, attuned in her hands. “Now, you hold it like this.” She demonstrated, arm out straight, while the other grabbed hold of the string, pulling it taut. He wouldn’t be receiving any arrows just yet – not until she was certain he could handle pulling the string without snapping it back on himself. Her gaze and nod thereafter indicated his opportunity to try, and then waited patiently for him to follow along.
Next, she took up her own bow, the weight familiar, lovely, attuned in her hands. “Now, you hold it like this.” She demonstrated, arm out straight, while the other grabbed hold of the string, pulling it taut. He wouldn’t be receiving any arrows just yet – not until she was certain he could handle pulling the string without snapping it back on himself. Her gaze and nod thereafter indicated his opportunity to try, and then waited patiently for him to follow along.
Melita
