His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
You return with the arrow and your temper in hand, most of the genuine frustration already abated. It's hard to be angry when there are tall trees and a cool breeze soothing you, and a beautiful woman firing arrows like a fucking warrior queen.
And you're not too proud to agree to the offer of help, pulling a wry but amused face. "Please do." Extending your arms for her to guide, you take back the bow and knock the same arrow, wincing as the pain of drawing back once again stings your arm.
Still, with her tutelage you manage a rather more successful maneuver, your arrow landing not so very far from hers. With a bright grin and whoop of triumph, you turn back to Vai, rubbing your arm. "Better start prepatin' fer yer forfeit," you tease, leaning forward to kiss her nose.
And you're not too proud to agree to the offer of help, pulling a wry but amused face. "Please do." Extending your arms for her to guide, you take back the bow and knock the same arrow, wincing as the pain of drawing back once again stings your arm.
Still, with her tutelage you manage a rather more successful maneuver, your arrow landing not so very far from hers. With a bright grin and whoop of triumph, you turn back to Vai, rubbing your arm. "Better start prepatin' fer yer forfeit," you tease, leaning forward to kiss her nose.
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
