15min fic #57
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Title~ Lessons in Archery
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ They're mine~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 57. I swear I'll start writing these things without Nol being mentioned eventually. But he's so yummy~ ;_;
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As far as Nimay knew, there was nothing wrong with her technique. She hand her feet planted comfortably on the sand, side-on to the target, she drew the bowstring firmly, she held her left arm slightly bent so the string wouldn’t snap her arm, she sighted along the bow slightly above the target so the arrow wouldn’t drop short… Why in Lin’s name did it always land in the outer two rings, or even in the wooden board behind it, when other archers could hit it dead centre? The only way Nimay ever managed to hit the middle red was when she directed the arrow there with her magic.
She glared at the tiny dot at the other end of the archery range. Even if it was the size of her fist, as the ones in the pubs were, she would still not hit it. She sighed in frustration, then knocked another arrow into the bow.
A pair of strong hands grabbed her own before she had a chance to draw the bow.
“You’re too tense,” Nol whispered in her ear. His body was pressed firmly against Nimay’s back, sending a shiver up her spine and causing the hairs on her head to stand on end. She didn’t dare take her eyes off the target.
She could feel the prince’s arms tense as he drew the bowstring, hands still gripping Nimay’s. His head arched over her shoulder so he could take aim. “Ready?” he asked.
Nimay nodded, and they let the arrow fly.
Once the arrow had slammed into the wooden board behind the target, Nimay turned her head, looking wryly into Nolryn’s puzzled eyes.
He was still pressed against her back, chin resting on her shoulder as he frowned at the arrow.
Suddenly he grinned. “I think I’ve found the problem,” he said triumphantly.
Nimay raised her eyebrows in question as she awaited instruction.
“These get in the way.” He slapped her on the chest with one hand, kissed her firmly on the neck and darted off before the swordswoman had a chance to respond.
‘Men,’ she muttered in her mind.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ They're mine~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 57. I swear I'll start writing these things without Nol being mentioned eventually. But he's so yummy~ ;_;
As far as Nimay knew, there was nothing wrong with her technique. She hand her feet planted comfortably on the sand, side-on to the target, she drew the bowstring firmly, she held her left arm slightly bent so the string wouldn’t snap her arm, she sighted along the bow slightly above the target so the arrow wouldn’t drop short… Why in Lin’s name did it always land in the outer two rings, or even in the wooden board behind it, when other archers could hit it dead centre? The only way Nimay ever managed to hit the middle red was when she directed the arrow there with her magic.
She glared at the tiny dot at the other end of the archery range. Even if it was the size of her fist, as the ones in the pubs were, she would still not hit it. She sighed in frustration, then knocked another arrow into the bow.
A pair of strong hands grabbed her own before she had a chance to draw the bow.
“You’re too tense,” Nol whispered in her ear. His body was pressed firmly against Nimay’s back, sending a shiver up her spine and causing the hairs on her head to stand on end. She didn’t dare take her eyes off the target.
She could feel the prince’s arms tense as he drew the bowstring, hands still gripping Nimay’s. His head arched over her shoulder so he could take aim. “Ready?” he asked.
Nimay nodded, and they let the arrow fly.
Once the arrow had slammed into the wooden board behind the target, Nimay turned her head, looking wryly into Nolryn’s puzzled eyes.
He was still pressed against her back, chin resting on her shoulder as he frowned at the arrow.
Suddenly he grinned. “I think I’ve found the problem,” he said triumphantly.
Nimay raised her eyebrows in question as she awaited instruction.
“These get in the way.” He slapped her on the chest with one hand, kissed her firmly on the neck and darted off before the swordswoman had a chance to respond.
‘Men,’ she muttered in her mind.
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