- NATE -
Why you don't got any questions?
How you know that this is real?
How you know that this is real?
Nate can’t help a bright grin at the disapproving snort, glad he has status enough to not get an earful for it. He attempts a quick twirl of the bow, fumbles it, and tries to set the bow down and follow her example in a smooth distracting movement. ”Wrap up the arm.” Comes the loud repetition, the silent plea of don’t say anything. All Nate can offer in response to her words is agreement, an amused and aggrieved huff. ”We most certainly do not.”
When he snaps his own bow back up, Nate is far more careful with it, his hand firm and steady. A studious eye moves over his fiery haired nieces stance, then he shifts to replicate it, arm out straight, his other hand coming up to pull the string back. When Nate’s certain he’s copied her perfectly, a triumphant grin crests his face.”Alright, what next?”
When he snaps his own bow back up, Nate is far more careful with it, his hand firm and steady. A studious eye moves over his fiery haired nieces stance, then he shifts to replicate it, arm out straight, his other hand coming up to pull the string back. When Nate’s certain he’s copied her perfectly, a triumphant grin crests his face.”Alright, what next?”
I am feeling such oppression
You can't tell me how to feel
You can't tell me how to feel
