”Told you,” she signsongs, as Deimos comes over to correct her form. If only it were so simple. She knows the proper form, but it just really doesn’t seem to matter when it comes to the bow. It’s a weapon for the patient, and she is not. Still, it is clear she listens to the advice all the same. Maybe someday it will stick. Everyone else passes with flying colors though, so at least there are not any other wayward arrows.
Once Deimos has corrected her form, she does as told. Try again, he says, and so she lines herself up with her eye on the bow and let’s it fly. As long as it doesn’t go careening toward her foot or someone else, she doesn’t much care where it ends up. Though it would be nice to hit the target.
Her turn done, she watches the others as Deimos throws objects into the air for them to hit. It is always interesting to watch others who are good with a bow. It’s a very cool weapon, and one that generally allows a safer distance from the battle. Her brother might be pleased if she learned to use it better, but Weaver will always be the sort to charge into danger with a blade.
Once Deimos has corrected her form, she does as told. Try again, he says, and so she lines herself up with her eye on the bow and let’s it fly. As long as it doesn’t go careening toward her foot or someone else, she doesn’t much care where it ends up. Though it would be nice to hit the target.
Her turn done, she watches the others as Deimos throws objects into the air for them to hit. It is always interesting to watch others who are good with a bow. It’s a very cool weapon, and one that generally allows a safer distance from the battle. Her brother might be pleased if she learned to use it better, but Weaver will always be the sort to charge into danger with a blade.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
