Maeve
"A little higher, Aidon." The Nightshade directs to her companion who is currently holding a target, large wings flapping as he gains more altitude. Maeve takes a few steps back, head tilting to the side as she measures where the distance in her head. Deimos had left a good training yard behind, but she thought it could do with some more long distance targets. "Perfect, right there. Lower it down." He places the target on top of the beam inside, making sure it's balanced before he lets go.
"Alright. Two more and then we can actual practice."
"Alright. Two more and then we can actual practice."
No one wants you when you have no heart
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars