the red sparrow [Bardhyl/Dark]
Dec 9, 2018 16:14:38 GMT -5
Post by VALDETE on Dec 9, 2018 16:14:38 GMT -5
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
Valdete relaxed her stance, lowing her bow as she gazed upon the target and her arrow, which had been 2-3 centimeters off from where she had wanted it to go. Though some would have claimed that the shot had still been good, it wasn't good enough for her. Which meant that it most definitely wouldn't have been good enough for her father, were he here to watch her in her makeshift training area. He had, after all, only allowed her to learn the skill the second time she asked, supporting her reasons for learning with the fact that many men often go hunting, and would not a wife who could be seen as even better than one that could not? Thereby raising her value as a bride? Though perhaps it had been her words that finally swayed her father to allow her to learn the skill, but with the condition that she must be more than just good at it. Her parents do not tolerate being second-best, after all. And so she learned, and practiced and practiced until she hated the blasted thing and wanted to throw the bow into a fire. But she did not, keeping her silence as she fought through the soreness of muscles that came from such practices. And eventually, it became easier. She became stronger, her body knowing what to do without much thought, which gave her more opportunity to study her target and surroundings. However, for such a mental activity, Val also found it somewhat mind clearing and even soothing. It certainly hadn't been the first time that she pictured the target as someone she disliked. Certainly after her father's death she pictured his killers still after all these years. Even though she was with child for the third time, Valdete still came out here every morning if only to keep her bow well used. She knew that her husband worried about her all the time, she'd be lying if she didn't enjoy the attention from him or their children. With a small sigh leaving her pale pink lips, she lowered her bow and took a moment to rest. Tag: BARDHYL Words:### Notes: |