My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
"You will. I promise." The Nightshade was quick to soothe her son, offering him a reassuring smile before she's leading him towards the rack of various weapons. His request makes her swell and she can't keep the smile from growing as a laugh bubbles up in her chest. Reaching forward to cup his cheek again, she nods, "Of course, love. It was the first weapon I learned to use too." She shifts around him, examining the bows on the rack, brows knitting together as she considers the options before selecting one that was likely the right size for him. "We'll start with this one first."
But before she passes him the bow, Maeve slips it over her shoulders to rest with her own, "We have to learn what eye you're most dominant with first." Recalling the lesson that Noah had given her when she first started to shoot. "I hold my bow with my right, but I am left eye dominant. You might be the same. Hold your hands up like this and then draw back your hand you wouldn't be holding the bow with towards your face." Demonstrating the movement Maeve begins with her hands forming a triangle before she draws back her left. "This will reveal your dominant eye depending on where your hand naturally drifts."
But before she passes him the bow, Maeve slips it over her shoulders to rest with her own, "We have to learn what eye you're most dominant with first." Recalling the lesson that Noah had given her when she first started to shoot. "I hold my bow with my right, but I am left eye dominant. You might be the same. Hold your hands up like this and then draw back your hand you wouldn't be holding the bow with towards your face." Demonstrating the movement Maeve begins with her hands forming a triangle before she draws back her left. "This will reveal your dominant eye depending on where your hand naturally drifts."
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