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 felt a flicker of excitement course through her at the sight of Melita's smile, hoping that her form was convincing. When the other woman made a show of examining it, Aurelia would pull in a deeper breath and remain as rigid and controlled as possible. She could do this, her body practically screamed the words - though she would remain silent and let Melita decide because she did have respect. Not just for the weapon but, for the strong influence that stood alongside her, that demonstrated with supple ease how to shoot the arrow.
Aurelia took hers, carefully following along with Melita's guidance. She felt a bit shaky, trying to make sure everything was lined up perfectly. With the actual arrow added into the mix, things felt a little more awkward; she was painfully slow, and she hoped she'd be faster at this should she ever need to use a bow in the future. Still, though, she appreciated the learning process and her face contorted with the concentration it took her.
Set your eyes "Alright," she breathed out, to show she was listening. Aurelia reflected what she'd just learned, her green gaze pulling apart from the arrow - which was where it instinctively went - to glare towards one of the ghost whale dummies. An arrow was already fixed in it, Aurelia's gaze burned a hole into the wood beside it.
She sucked in a breath, feeling her muscles stretch in ways they hadn't before, pulling the training arrow back along the string. And she breathed out, releasing the arrow in the same instant. It throttled through the air, forming a small arc before it hit the dummy, just a few inches away from her intended mark. Despite its dull edge, it bit into the wood and steadied itself there, propped up beside the other arrow. Its dig was shallow, easily dismantled from the dummy but, nonetheless, it stood proudly.
Aurelia slacked her grip on the bow and checked to see that, indeed, her arrow had hit. She grinned, a cheer swelling in her chest, and flung her arms up into the air, "Whoo!" She let out a light-hearted laugh, "Look at that!" Her green eyes, wide with surprise, turned on Melita for her reaction, Aurelia's own grin softening and her arms descending, "Do you trust me now?"
Aurelia took hers, carefully following along with Melita's guidance. She felt a bit shaky, trying to make sure everything was lined up perfectly. With the actual arrow added into the mix, things felt a little more awkward; she was painfully slow, and she hoped she'd be faster at this should she ever need to use a bow in the future. Still, though, she appreciated the learning process and her face contorted with the concentration it took her.
Set your eyes "Alright," she breathed out, to show she was listening. Aurelia reflected what she'd just learned, her green gaze pulling apart from the arrow - which was where it instinctively went - to glare towards one of the ghost whale dummies. An arrow was already fixed in it, Aurelia's gaze burned a hole into the wood beside it.
She sucked in a breath, feeling her muscles stretch in ways they hadn't before, pulling the training arrow back along the string. And she breathed out, releasing the arrow in the same instant. It throttled through the air, forming a small arc before it hit the dummy, just a few inches away from her intended mark. Despite its dull edge, it bit into the wood and steadied itself there, propped up beside the other arrow. Its dig was shallow, easily dismantled from the dummy but, nonetheless, it stood proudly.
Aurelia slacked her grip on the bow and checked to see that, indeed, her arrow had hit. She grinned, a cheer swelling in her chest, and flung her arms up into the air, "Whoo!" She let out a light-hearted laugh, "Look at that!" Her green eyes, wide with surprise, turned on Melita for her reaction, Aurelia's own grin softening and her arms descending, "Do you trust me now?"
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
