Weaver offers a smile and a nod to the others who come, one she doesn’t know and Jigano. Her attention shifts back to Deimos though as he begins to speak. ”Did you pick my worst weapon to start with on purpose?’ she says to Deimos with a tease, clearly not minding. That’s the point of coming here, after all, to learn to be better than she is currently. She’s already moving to grab a bow and bracer, strapping the latter on. She has used a bow, but not much, though she doesn’t particularly care if she happens to be bad at it. As he teaches, she mimics the movements. They are tips and explanations she has heard before, but still she listens, takes it seriously, figuring that eventually she has to stop sucking with a bow if she does it enough.
Once Deimos is done, she watches Jiagno, who seems to know what he is doing, looking for hints, though his weapon is different from her borrowed one. It is so different to watch, but she enjoys the moment, before Oliver picks his own target and Weaver finds a face she does not recognize. Jigano had taken the best one. Weaver takes her stance, elbow in line with her shoulder, eye’s on the target as Deimos suggested. She aims a bit high, knowing the arrow will arc downward before it hits the target.
She takes in a breath, and releases.
Once Deimos is done, she watches Jiagno, who seems to know what he is doing, looking for hints, though his weapon is different from her borrowed one. It is so different to watch, but she enjoys the moment, before Oliver picks his own target and Weaver finds a face she does not recognize. Jigano had taken the best one. Weaver takes her stance, elbow in line with her shoulder, eye’s on the target as Deimos suggested. She aims a bit high, knowing the arrow will arc downward before it hits the target.
She takes in a breath, and releases.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
