MELITA
This time, for his improved performance, Melita gave a little fist pump and a loud whoop – the shout scared away a few birds settling into the long grass. “Nice!” Her smile was an enthusiastic, beneficent chord, a hum beneath her breath as she ambled forward and retrieved the arrow she’d left behind and Adam’s. Upon her return, she eyed a few of the targets while tapping the arrows against her toes, tilting her head and considering what to have him try next. Maybe she could test him? Something to up the ante? Or would that be too soon? She hoped the endeavor would ensure he had more practice, more concentration - “I have a challenge for you!” It was meant to be a provocation, a dare, a summons, her warm grin remaining along her features. “If you can hit five of the targets, anywhere,” and here she paused, indicating it didn’t matter where they landed, as long as they managed to pummel their way into the poorly made goals, “You win a prize!” She didn’t think it mattered that she hadn’t come up with one yet – that could happen later. She’d ponder it over while he took his shots. With that, her hands went back to her quiver, proffering the set of seven arrows.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
