Sparrow toyed with her hair strands. The rope had to stay behind today, since it could somehow get in the way of the task she was set to do: learning how to use a bow.
She remember the other day of Vesper telling her about the idea of everyone in the clan training to learn this thing called archery, and some where even helping build these perches (like they were going to pretend they were birds, which confused Sparrow at first) for others to use if the clan was ever to be attacked, which chances are these days, very high. Without quite knowing what she was getting into, the Optio’s sister signed up for both, and offered to help make the camouflage, which seemed to be the most sensible thing for her to do—despite wanting to help further, she knew her body could not take the labor that was required for building the actual platforms—and to learn how to shoot, which was a pretty good idea within itself. While lacking physical strength, Sparrow thought she was pretty good with her hands, and assumed that her aim couldn’t be that terrible, so this could be a big vice for her when battle comes, whenever she would be ready for it.
Vesper seemed to approve, since she assigned a boy named Max Klein to teach her. She briefly met him afterwards—and was absolutely nervous to meet him again. Though he was in lupus form, he was bigger than she would have been if she was in the same shape, and that fact threw her off a little even though she was in optime form at that time; this meant that he was going to be a tower compared to her when he was in optime form himself. They only talked long enough for them to agree what day for them to practice, and Sparrow quickly scurried off to try to settle her nerves. She half-hoped that she did not offend him, while the other half dreaded meeting again.
She already sniffed out two bows and a couple of arrows, finding them in a room that were full of other items. Sparrow assumed they were free to take, at least to borrow for this occasion, but still was a bit concerned that she had done wrong. But, her mind had bigger things to worry about than taking someone else’s bows, and could only think about how much of a brute Max would be. She had established the needed items on the ground, and her hands nearly flew up to her hair the moment she had put them down, needing security that only her rope could provide. Sadly, she couldn’t tie her mane all in knots, and had to settle with letting a strand of hair crawl through her fingers as she apprehension the arrival of the white male.
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The assumptions in this posts are scary in number. ; m ; Please PM me if anything needs to be changed, especially the part about meeting with Max; it said he preferred Lupus form, so I took a shot at that.
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