Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Melita couldn’t help the self-satisfied smirk wrapped around her mouth as the arrows volleyed and rallied once more. She didn’t even care if they flickered off and barely missed the mermanta, but for the precision behind them. It meant her practice was paying off, and the confidence instilled itself back through the breadth of her shoulders; a little air of sedition and defiance winding its way back into the angle of her chin.
Her brows furrowed at the next step though, because it seemed a challenge for both of them, and she wasn’t in the business of maiming allies (if she could help it), even if the arrows were blunted. “If you’re sure,” she uttered, before notching the bow. Deciding where to send the armament was another unwinding designation, and through impulse alone, the youth pulled the strand, stretching it through muscle and memory, before sending it to sail over the mermanta’s head, pondering how far that magic of his could hold.
Her brows furrowed at the next step though, because it seemed a challenge for both of them, and she wasn’t in the business of maiming allies (if she could help it), even if the arrows were blunted. “If you’re sure,” she uttered, before notching the bow. Deciding where to send the armament was another unwinding designation, and through impulse alone, the youth pulled the strand, stretching it through muscle and memory, before sending it to sail over the mermanta’s head, pondering how far that magic of his could hold.
Melita
