My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
She was only a great teacher because she herself was taught by one. Still, the Nightshade smiles at her son, letting his admiration warm her from the inside out, ”And you’re a good student.” She replies smoothly, giving him a wink as Aidon begins his slow trail in front of them. Edmund’s aim is true and he sinks this arrow into the target just as easily as all of the others. ”Well then. Guess we’re going to have to make it even more challenging, hm?” At that her companion takes off into the air, circling them like a vulture as he keeps the target clutched in his mouth.
Maeve draws another arrow back, releasing it after she tracks his movements, aiming slightly ahead of him so it makes contact right as he swoops by. ”One last shot then we’ll go get some things for dinner.”
Maeve draws another arrow back, releasing it after she tracks his movements, aiming slightly ahead of him so it makes contact right as he swoops by. ”One last shot then we’ll go get some things for dinner.”
Maeve
