Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
She had half a notion to glare at him for twirling a bow; some amount of respect deserved for a weapon, for an armament, but watching him fumble it made up for the ridiculous action. Instead, her eyes watched his movement, correcting his stance when necessary, and then applying back to her own modeling, composing and constructing her legs properly, grounding them into the earth, spine upright, rigid, tall, enduring, and strong. She pulled the bow string again, ensuring an arrow was notched for demonstration purposes. “When you aim, it’s not with the bow. Use your eye, and the arrow will follow.”
Familiar, attuned, accomplished with the favored mechanism, she did just as she’d instructed – lining her gaze up with the first, and closest target. It wouldn’t be a difficult mark, but she wanted to properly show exactly what she’d meant. In a flurry, in a rush, the string was released, sending the arrow ricocheting across the slowly darkening grounds, landing squarely in the middle with an audible snap.
A pleased smile on her face, she turned back to Nate, extending a training arrow in her hand (the end blunted, obviously meant to convey some safety provisions with novices), towards the Ascended. “You try!”
Familiar, attuned, accomplished with the favored mechanism, she did just as she’d instructed – lining her gaze up with the first, and closest target. It wouldn’t be a difficult mark, but she wanted to properly show exactly what she’d meant. In a flurry, in a rush, the string was released, sending the arrow ricocheting across the slowly darkening grounds, landing squarely in the middle with an audible snap.
A pleased smile on her face, she turned back to Nate, extending a training arrow in her hand (the end blunted, obviously meant to convey some safety provisions with novices), towards the Ascended. “You try!”
Melita
