Vervain
”That’s why it’s a forfeit, Zeph,” Vai reminded him with a grin, stepping back to let him try however he liked, tilting her head curiously as he decided to reverse his hold on the bow. ”You might want to—” Compensate, she was going to advise him, or adjust for his less dominant arm, but the arrow was already wobbling away through the air, disappearing silently into the underbrush. Vai’s laughter was all in the crinkles at the corners of her eyes. ”That’s absolutely right,” she said in agreement. ”How gentlemanly of you. One more for good luck?”
Managing to swallow down her chuckles, she took out another arrow and let the other one go off to enjoy its new life in the woods, taking back the bow and drawing back the string. ”I get the impression,” she said with a grin, firing her last arrow into the target, ”that you’d do better with a crossbow. Either that or you were right about being up close and personal.”
Managing to swallow down her chuckles, she took out another arrow and let the other one go off to enjoy its new life in the woods, taking back the bow and drawing back the string. ”I get the impression,” she said with a grin, firing her last arrow into the target, ”that you’d do better with a crossbow. Either that or you were right about being up close and personal.”
