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[Wraith Creed]

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[/html]Wraith’s face contorted into an image of rapt attention as Ithiel demonstrated how to hold the bow with the arrow, pausing every so often to compare what he was doing with what she was doing. She held her own bow up, careful not to point it at Ithiel or Col, and tried to mimic his movements. The way Ithiel held his bow, he didn’t literally point with his finger, but used it as a point or a guide. She hadn’t realized that you were supposed to use it as a guide and she thought she had to actually stick her finger out, as if she were going to poke someone’s eyes out. She thought she understood how to hold it a bit better, but now her shoulders ached from holding it and she wanted to sit down.

When Col suggested they throw rocks, Wraith turned her head and shot him a glare.

“Don’t be stupid,” she snapped. “Be quiet,” she demanded. She didn’t like him talking and being annoying. She was trying to concentrate.

She quickly returned her attention to Ithiel, who explained that it was odd, but would become more familiar with time. She nodded, pointedly ignoring the stupid coyote’s chatter behind her.

“Okay, how does this look? Am I holding this right?” She lifted up her bow and arrow and settled her hand into the right position on the wood. She left her thumb to point out a bit and then peered down her left arm, her left eye closed, and her right arm pulled back with the arrow between her two fingers and the string taut. [html]

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