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10.Jul.12, 12:25 AM
She stumbled through the bushes as S'kef danced around her, holding the worst of it out of her way. She could hear crashing through the underbrush and winced- even someone who had never hunted before could guess that there would be no luck with her spoiled little queen so close by. "She'd be chasing away all the prey, wouldn't she? If we were actually hunting, and not just practicing?" She kept her voice low, embarrassed. "I'm very sorry. I'll try and do better towards keeping her back if we have another lesson in the future." To be honest, Jada just hadn't understood quite how... bumbling? Krypth was.
"I do need to build up the strength in my arms." Jada's voice rose and she tilted her chin up a bit, tamping down her embarrassment. That would do her no good here- she needed to be learning, not wriggling like a naughty child. "I try and play with the instruments when I can, but my manual dexterity is down from what it was." as a Harper, it made her feel useless to be unable to practice her craft. And her handwriting, so prim and neat, was little better than wherry scratch by this point, she was sure. If she could manage to wrap her hands completely around a utensil, she would have to start practicing.
If she'd known the price she would pay for her pride, would she have restrained herself? She had thought she was being a good, strong person by rejecting the Healers. Better to leave them to people who needed them... and look at the mess that she had forced herself into. Jada grunted in disgust as she followed S'kef into an open field. Already it was hot, and her hair clung to her neck, her top dampening with sweat. In the North, just a turn before- had it already been a turn? Late Spring, 230... close enough!- she would be seated under the thick branches of a tree at Ruatha. She would be surrounded by her children, enjoying the breezes.
Mimicking her teacher, Jada dropped her weapons, pulling the bow off her back with unsteady hands. Shards! "You're correct, S'kef." She didn't really feel the need to elaborate with S'kef. If she did, it would simply be babbling, and while he was humoring her, she didn't want to take advantage of it. Who knew how long a good mood could last in this blasted weather?
She was going to get freckles!
Amber eyes gazed in the direction that S'kef pointed, and she nodded acknowledgment of the agreed-upon target. As he stood nest to her, she tried to align herself to his body, feeling her hair knock into his person with how closely she stood. It was a good guidemark- her original idea of his posture being far off. As the considerably taller figure lifted his bow she mimicked him, feeling her brow scrunch. She dropped her arrow, the wooden shaft falling from already-tired hands. She cursed under her breath, bending to lift it, lips thinning as she forced her hands to correct the position.
"It feels complicated." her teeth were gritted and the words felt ground out. Complicated was good. Her lips trembled, and she finally stood in position, holding back the arrow. It felt like effort- and it felt like-
Her hands trembled and the arrow fell. The bowstring snapped forward against her arm, and Jada growled. (A habit she would blame on Krypth.)
"I do need to build up the strength in my arms." Jada's voice rose and she tilted her chin up a bit, tamping down her embarrassment. That would do her no good here- she needed to be learning, not wriggling like a naughty child. "I try and play with the instruments when I can, but my manual dexterity is down from what it was." as a Harper, it made her feel useless to be unable to practice her craft. And her handwriting, so prim and neat, was little better than wherry scratch by this point, she was sure. If she could manage to wrap her hands completely around a utensil, she would have to start practicing.
If she'd known the price she would pay for her pride, would she have restrained herself? She had thought she was being a good, strong person by rejecting the Healers. Better to leave them to people who needed them... and look at the mess that she had forced herself into. Jada grunted in disgust as she followed S'kef into an open field. Already it was hot, and her hair clung to her neck, her top dampening with sweat. In the North, just a turn before- had it already been a turn? Late Spring, 230... close enough!- she would be seated under the thick branches of a tree at Ruatha. She would be surrounded by her children, enjoying the breezes.
Mimicking her teacher, Jada dropped her weapons, pulling the bow off her back with unsteady hands. Shards! "You're correct, S'kef." She didn't really feel the need to elaborate with S'kef. If she did, it would simply be babbling, and while he was humoring her, she didn't want to take advantage of it. Who knew how long a good mood could last in this blasted weather?
She was going to get freckles!
Amber eyes gazed in the direction that S'kef pointed, and she nodded acknowledgment of the agreed-upon target. As he stood nest to her, she tried to align herself to his body, feeling her hair knock into his person with how closely she stood. It was a good guidemark- her original idea of his posture being far off. As the considerably taller figure lifted his bow she mimicked him, feeling her brow scrunch. She dropped her arrow, the wooden shaft falling from already-tired hands. She cursed under her breath, bending to lift it, lips thinning as she forced her hands to correct the position.
"It feels complicated." her teeth were gritted and the words felt ground out. Complicated was good. Her lips trembled, and she finally stood in position, holding back the arrow. It felt like effort- and it felt like-
Her hands trembled and the arrow fell. The bowstring snapped forward against her arm, and Jada growled. (A habit she would blame on Krypth.)
