Her assumed moment of achievement quickly faded from mind as she discovered a moment before Max proceeded to correct her, that she had not copied the man’s pose correctly. Though slightly crestfallen, she was not that much disappointed that she failed to do the right thing on her first attempt; she expected no less, though she had the half-hope that she would somehow find it easy from the start. Besides, it was easy enough, right, like what she first guessed? It didn’t seem that hard, or at least the sun-eyed hybrid had made it look natural for a canine to shoot arrows from a bow.
She felt slightly surprised when Max simply taped her elbow despite fully seeing him doing the action and made no motion to avoid him prior to it, the appendage quick to follow the instructions it was given. For a moment Sparrow hoped that the elbow position was all she made error with, but it became clear a second later that it was not the case.
Even though she told her probably twenty times not to be afraid in the couple of minutes that passed, she could not help but feel terrified as Max stood behind her. She couldn’t quiet see him, and that alone made her nervous. But, she managed to keep a poker face and was able to keep herself from shaking, focusing her sight on the painted tree ahead and on that alone. She kept telling herself that the white beast-looking man will only be showing her how to shoot, and that helped a little, surprisingly.
Though she felt stiff, her foot moved easily when Max nudged it—she saw where his words were true, though half-thought that he could knock her over even if she had the standings of a rock. But, she half-murmured, half-squeaked an “okay”, and followed his advice. She became more attentive on the tree ahead of her, trying to imagine that she was the tree. She thought of herself calm, still, unmoving. Tall, proud, a being that could not be knocked down by mortal hands. Like the roots that sunk into the ground, her tan toes found hold in the soil, and for a moment felt like what she thought of the tree. She felt pretty darn good.
The feeling was brief before it evaporated, but Sparrow felt a bit more confident and less scared of the snow white Hastati.
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I understood the post perfectly.~ nun
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