[Training] (SE) eyes like anvils and storms for lungs

when you learn that the road to hell
is paved with more than just good intentions;

As usual, her cockiness will be the death of her – because as she gains confidence from hitting the target’s shoulder, he ups the ante, and she nocks another arrow into the bow that she tries to focus on predicting the target’s next movement. And when she releases it, she launches it far and wide, off into the abyss of the misty Bone Bridge’s underbelly, and simultaneously snaps the bowstring on her finger at the same time. A sharp “ouch!” hisses out of her, annoyance flaring momentarily as she lowers the bow and looks back to Deimos as she listens, exhaling a sigh of her frustrations to focus on the answer.

It's sweet, though, that he’s willing to offer it, and it breaks through her with a soft smile. “I’ll see what she can do, if anything, and then if not I’m sure we can figure something out.” She offers with that same soft smile. Because while she believes he’s capable of fixing it to a point where she could use it more easily in the frozen wonderland she’d called home before, perhaps a godly intervention from the very same that had made her who she is would be best suited to fixing a garment to make it possible for her to not just survive the encounter, but thrive.

KIADA

you are not heads or tails;
you are the coin