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 listened as Melita relayed the origin story of 'Fangorn' the pumpkin, who hissed about something in the background. It brought a smile to Melita's face, and Aurelia asked with a confused look, "Can you understand him since he's your, er- companion?" She knew little about them beyond the fact that their people held them very dear, assuming them to be like a normal 'pet' but.. Fangorn and Jack's talking cat were far from normal pets.
She appreciated that Melita didn't bring attention to her mistake, to the words she almost said. If questioned about it, she wasn't sure how she would respond. Maybe Melita would understand the events in her life leading up to the actions she'd taken. So far, everyone had been pretty accepting of her past, and her determination to change her path in life. Still, it was jarring. She didn't deserve it, she deserved to be taken for what she was; a murderer. Instead, she would bury it in her mind. Self-preservation dictated that she not make enemies unnecessarily.
So she raised a brow at Melita's stifled amusement directed at her stance. "Hey, I've never done this before, okay?" she mumbled sourly, though she couldn't help her playful smile. But Melita was quick to make corrections, to pick apart her stance and turn it into something better. So Aurelia's lips flattened out in a determined line, trying to follow through with the instructions as they came.
Her shoulders were pulled back so that the blades almost touched, allowing Melita to help her in the pull of her bow. It gave into her meager strength, and she sucked in a concentrated breath, feeling it flow into her chest. Weight in your feet, she reminded herself, planting her boots more firmly into the ground and allowing the weight of her straightened stance to fall there.
Her shoulders pressed back further, extending the bow just that much farther. But it went nowhere, and Aurelia gripped it with careful, calculated fingers. "Now what?" She said without looking at Melita, her weight shifting slightly with the words - but she promptly readjusted. All of her focus was on mainting the form, not paying much attention to where she was aiming.
She appreciated that Melita didn't bring attention to her mistake, to the words she almost said. If questioned about it, she wasn't sure how she would respond. Maybe Melita would understand the events in her life leading up to the actions she'd taken. So far, everyone had been pretty accepting of her past, and her determination to change her path in life. Still, it was jarring. She didn't deserve it, she deserved to be taken for what she was; a murderer. Instead, she would bury it in her mind. Self-preservation dictated that she not make enemies unnecessarily.
So she raised a brow at Melita's stifled amusement directed at her stance. "Hey, I've never done this before, okay?" she mumbled sourly, though she couldn't help her playful smile. But Melita was quick to make corrections, to pick apart her stance and turn it into something better. So Aurelia's lips flattened out in a determined line, trying to follow through with the instructions as they came.
Her shoulders were pulled back so that the blades almost touched, allowing Melita to help her in the pull of her bow. It gave into her meager strength, and she sucked in a concentrated breath, feeling it flow into her chest. Weight in your feet, she reminded herself, planting her boots more firmly into the ground and allowing the weight of her straightened stance to fall there.
Her shoulders pressed back further, extending the bow just that much farther. But it went nowhere, and Aurelia gripped it with careful, calculated fingers. "Now what?" She said without looking at Melita, her weight shifting slightly with the words - but she promptly readjusted. All of her focus was on mainting the form, not paying much attention to where she was aiming.
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
