EDMUND
Edmund watches her trade the bows with some confusion before it clicks for him. "There are different styles of bows for different eye dominances?" The two forms seemed to each have the arrow rest shaped differently, giving the dominant eye a clearer view. When Maeve hands the bow over, the Abandoned takes it with reverence. "This used to be yours?"
Focusing intently, Edmund watches his mum demonstrate the proper technique. When the arrow comes out a star, he lets out a small gasp. "Did Lady Safrin give you that one?" It was beautiful so surely it had to be. Maybe one day Edmund would be worthy of a gift from his Goddess.
When his mum steps back and it's his turn, the young teen tries his best to emulate her technique. Much to his shock the movement comes easy, natural even. When he releases the arrow, it sails straight and with a thunk goes right into the bullseye. Blinking in shock, Edmund turns to look at his mum, "...like that?"
Focusing intently, Edmund watches his mum demonstrate the proper technique. When the arrow comes out a star, he lets out a small gasp. "Did Lady Safrin give you that one?" It was beautiful so surely it had to be. Maybe one day Edmund would be worthy of a gift from his Goddess.
When his mum steps back and it's his turn, the young teen tries his best to emulate her technique. Much to his shock the movement comes easy, natural even. When he releases the arrow, it sails straight and with a thunk goes right into the bullseye. Blinking in shock, Edmund turns to look at his mum, "...like that?"
I never realized how beautiful
Fires burn under the stars
Fires burn under the stars
