'jus a wee bit more. no slouchin', lass, gaun yersel, spare nothin' pullin' it back!' restless hands adjust aim and posture, bow held less clumsily in her hands as he stands behind her and assists. they'll land this shot or both die trying. 'aye, thas a wee bonnie bird. now keep yer eyes open, fill it with a wee bit of hope - then let it sing!'
❝ .. i'm not slouching . ❞ and yet , her back straightens ( from an already near perfect posture a constant , an aspect , programmed to her character ) just as instructed .
keep your stance solid , but comfortable .. don't hold for too long .. eyes on the target and she lets go . and sing it did , for the sound of the arrow piercing through the air , piercing through the silence , was almost deafening to her ears ( at that moment , at least ) . it's closely followed by an encore : the cries of the avian as it fell .
ah . i did it !! a crowd cheers in her mind , but the glee doesn't quite reflect on her face ; hakuno has never been the expressive sort . ❝ . . . ❞ and had any other individual be in her shoes , perhaps they would have sought compliments or praise for such a feat , but hakuno has long come to terms with her own inadequacy those kind of things were not necessary . the girl finds herself exhaling a breath she doesn't recall holding . hakuno knows not to waste time in a battlefield ( even though this was more of a training ground , if anything ) , and so , she turns to the other , as if to seek the archer's instruction on what to do next . the expression upon her face though , is incomprehensible .
. . . acknowledgement for her hard work is nice though . maybe even a headpat too ?
unprompted , always accepting !
