Day 22 of Summer, AV 499 |
Little fingers fiddled desperately with their grip on the arrow as Braeth desperately fought to stick that notch on the drawstring of the shortbow. His father decided that he was already eight years old, and should know how to kill any beast that needed to be taken for survival. Of course, Braeth had wanted this for so long but his father's focus on his older brother left Braeth behind by some time. Braeth was frustrated, but tenacious. He'd be damned if he'd let his first big chance to impress his father go to waste because he could't set the petching arrow on the string. His father hardly noticed as he slowly paced, telling stories as he always did... . |
