dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
His arrow flies, wobbly, but just past her own. Clapping her hands briefly in praise, she has a genuine smile on her face for the kid and his efforts. “That’s the Ascended strength,” she offers half-aloud (and even if it isn’t, she doesn’t feel like offering any other explanation), before once again putting a hand out and asking for the bow.
This time, the general puts an arrow about twenty feet away, giving Nikolai a little more leeway. As she hands the weapon back to him, she gestures towards the arrow buried in the ground and instructs, “This time, try to get it close to that arrow. We haven’t any targets out here, but range and accuracy are two different skills. Both important, obviously, but they work different muscles.” Figuratively and literally, sometimes.
This time, the general puts an arrow about twenty feet away, giving Nikolai a little more leeway. As she hands the weapon back to him, she gestures towards the arrow buried in the ground and instructs, “This time, try to get it close to that arrow. We haven’t any targets out here, but range and accuracy are two different skills. Both important, obviously, but they work different muscles.” Figuratively and literally, sometimes.
