- NATE -
Why you don't got any questions?
How you know that this is real?
How you know that this is real?
”C’mon, dont say it like that.” Theres a pout, a hand coming up to clutch at his chest as if that’s where the arrow had pierced, instead of the target. ”It’s not one, it’s the first.” An important distinction, as far as Nate’s concerned. He does relinquish his hold on Melita though, not realizing how alike it would be to grabbing a cat unexpectedly, all squirming to be put down, despite the giggles.
The challenge in her words is obvious, and while normally Nate would fee hard pressed to believe he could challenge the far more accomplished archer, he was riding on the high of success. There’s an almost impatient energy to Nate now as he watches Melita line up her shot and fire again, awaiting his turn to straighten up, to draw.
And he does, the motion smoother, quicker now, repetition breeding comfort, though the same cannot be said for his sighting, the moment spent taking aim at the imagined enemy. Nate is happy with his aim after a breath, releasing his own arrow into the shadows, and whooping anew when the thunk of success echoes dully. ”Easy.” He brags, now that he has the trick of it, though there is room for refinement, the arrow low under the bullseye.
The challenge in her words is obvious, and while normally Nate would fee hard pressed to believe he could challenge the far more accomplished archer, he was riding on the high of success. There’s an almost impatient energy to Nate now as he watches Melita line up her shot and fire again, awaiting his turn to straighten up, to draw.
And he does, the motion smoother, quicker now, repetition breeding comfort, though the same cannot be said for his sighting, the moment spent taking aim at the imagined enemy. Nate is happy with his aim after a breath, releasing his own arrow into the shadows, and whooping anew when the thunk of success echoes dully. ”Easy.” He brags, now that he has the trick of it, though there is room for refinement, the arrow low under the bullseye.
I am feeling such oppression
You can't tell me how to feel
You can't tell me how to feel
