Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
Aurelia breathed a soft sigh into the salty air, overlooking the waves as they crashed against the coastline. She carried an empty net in her hands, the defeat of fruitless efforts written across her body. Her tired hand barely clung to the ropes, heaving them over her shoulders; her shoulders slouched, though there was no wind; her expression sank as she locked eyes with the sea. She'd come out to try fishing but, it had proven futile.
She had made her way up a steep, rocky path when a cracking sound split the air. Curious as a cat, Aurelia quickened her steps and peered over the hillsides to see someone with fiery orange hair drawing their bow against a row of targets. She paused to watch the blitz of arrows as they flew through the air. They moved so quick that she could hardly see more than a brief shadow against the sky before the tooth of the arrow ripped into its target.
"Hey!"
Aurelia was up the hill before she could comprehend what she was doing. She spoke from the sidelines with a heaving chest, "You're really talented with that thing," she glanced away from the targets and towards Melita, an impressed raise of her expression, "I saw you from down by the water, thought I'd come and say hello."
She caught her breath and paused to drink from a flask of water tied to her belt. The liquid pooled against her lips before she licked it off. She set down her net on a nearby rock and asked, ever-so-casually, "Do you think you'd ever have time to teach someone how to use it?"
She had made her way up a steep, rocky path when a cracking sound split the air. Curious as a cat, Aurelia quickened her steps and peered over the hillsides to see someone with fiery orange hair drawing their bow against a row of targets. She paused to watch the blitz of arrows as they flew through the air. They moved so quick that she could hardly see more than a brief shadow against the sky before the tooth of the arrow ripped into its target.
"Hey!"
Aurelia was up the hill before she could comprehend what she was doing. She spoke from the sidelines with a heaving chest, "You're really talented with that thing," she glanced away from the targets and towards Melita, an impressed raise of her expression, "I saw you from down by the water, thought I'd come and say hello."
She caught her breath and paused to drink from a flask of water tied to her belt. The liquid pooled against her lips before she licked it off. She set down her net on a nearby rock and asked, ever-so-casually, "Do you think you'd ever have time to teach someone how to use it?"
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
