Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Ah, perhaps all he needed was the right motivation.
The thunk upon the target was met with absolute esteem for the Ascended, grin drawn in irreverent glimmers and mischief. “Look at that, indeed,” she echoed, glancing at it with satisfaction. Then she was immediately scooped up in a hug, and laughter peeled away from her as she fought her way back down. “Okay, don’t get too carried away! It was one arrow!” The giggles continued while Fangorn took up his role again, fetching and returning, and the youth could return to the ground.
“Let’s up the ante,” she snickered, mostly to challenge him. The rules would still be the same, and she followed through on the similar aspects, only she chose the middle target this time. Farther away, several yards more, it’d test to see if he was truly understanding the basics, or he’d become extremely fortunate in his latest attempt. Lining up, facing her newfound opponent (imagining Kiada, perhaps, ready to be demolished for all of her past crimes), practice and precision ignited in her movements, reverberations of before – and the arrow flew, not quite into the bullseye, a little more off-center, but an audible snap just the same. “All right, you’re up.”
The thunk upon the target was met with absolute esteem for the Ascended, grin drawn in irreverent glimmers and mischief. “Look at that, indeed,” she echoed, glancing at it with satisfaction. Then she was immediately scooped up in a hug, and laughter peeled away from her as she fought her way back down. “Okay, don’t get too carried away! It was one arrow!” The giggles continued while Fangorn took up his role again, fetching and returning, and the youth could return to the ground.
“Let’s up the ante,” she snickered, mostly to challenge him. The rules would still be the same, and she followed through on the similar aspects, only she chose the middle target this time. Farther away, several yards more, it’d test to see if he was truly understanding the basics, or he’d become extremely fortunate in his latest attempt. Lining up, facing her newfound opponent (imagining Kiada, perhaps, ready to be demolished for all of her past crimes), practice and precision ignited in her movements, reverberations of before – and the arrow flew, not quite into the bullseye, a little more off-center, but an audible snap just the same. “All right, you’re up.”
Melita
