candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
'But you'll be dead by then. You won't even know if you've done any good.' Flora comments, frowning a touch. Flora hadn't been raised to understand the longevity of doing good things simply because they were the right things to do, and so the idea of dedicating your life to something for which you'd never seen the outcome seemed ridiculous to her. "I mean, that isn't what my dad says. He says he has to fight whether he wants to or not." She adds with a shrug.
'Oooooh!' Clapping enthusiastically as Darkeye hit the target right in the head, Flora tries to re-position herself and adjust her breathing. Throwing one of her feathers, she too hits the target. "Ah! I did it, did you see?" Grinning broadly Flora recalls the feather to her hand and stands slightly taller looking quite proud of herself.
'Oooooh!' Clapping enthusiastically as Darkeye hit the target right in the head, Flora tries to re-position herself and adjust her breathing. Throwing one of her feathers, she too hits the target. "Ah! I did it, did you see?" Grinning broadly Flora recalls the feather to her hand and stands slightly taller looking quite proud of herself.
