Windsong
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His blue eyes watched her ivory face smile and that was all the sign he needed to know about his words somewhat winning her over a bit. For now he’d try to keep his comments down a bit and ease her into it. It was truly a sad day when his word meant nothing and he made a mental note to track down evil doers of word play and their meaningless drivel. His tail started a furious swiping spree behind him, and he honestly had never known himself to become so elated when around someone to cause that loss of control. No he chalked it up to her presence. She had a way with him already, and she had him following her like a lost puppy until they were properly outside.

He sat the target on a tree branch, bracing it properly to keep the wind from nocking it down before returning to her that smile still remaining plastered across his face. First he’d show her how it was done; he raised the bow up, notched an arrow and pulled the string back. Saluce let it be known was not a good archer, his frame and his nervous nature never allowed him to keep a steady aim. But he pulled it back and let the arrow fly the short distance and hit the target. He knew enough to get him by but that was it. Finally he shook his head and handed the bow to her.

“Alright to take the notch of the arrow and put it between the string, then with your other hand holding the bow rest the arrow on your hand and pull the arrow and string with you’re other. Once you have your target in sight let go of the string and arrow and watch to see if you hit it,” he gave his instructions while he walked to reset the target and grab the arrow. Most of the time he liked to have a pupil struggle a bit with something new before stepping in to help but with Amata he already wanted to do it all for her. But he held back he just took up a place behind her and waited to see how well she did on her own.


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