A/N- Well, these are just some plot-less drabbles for when I have writers block (which, unfortunately is quite often), if you like that sort of thing. It might make some of the things make sense. Oh, and the rating is on a case-by-case basis, but I will warn you beforehand
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. All 3 are in the center of the target.
My sister and I are spending the day together. I am practicing archery, and she is throwing knives. I know how to throw knives, too, I just am not nearly as good at it as she is. But then again, she isn't as good at archery as I am. She goes to retrieve her knives.
I take up my bow. I fire off a half a dozen arrows. The six fill the small circle of the bullseye, tightly packed. I retrieve the arrows. My sister is clearly impressed. Noting her expression, I reply
"You think thats good? Rosechilan can split an arrow down the center. And the Prince, he can split 10. It leaves this mass of curling splinters, it's actually really cool."
I take up my bow again, and I can hear her knives embedding into the straw that fills the target. I release an arrow. And at the same time I feel a scratch on my face. I turn around, faster than a human eye could follow, unsheathe my twin knives and parry a strike aimed for my head.
Rosechilan sheathes her knives. My sister is clearly awed, not used to what Cúthalion training is like. While we heard stories when we were children, they were so fantastic we never really believed them. And she was so busy when she became a solider, she had never been able to see one of my training sessions. The 2nd arrow that split my own mere seconds after it hit the target, or my fast reaction, was all new to her.
"You were talking about me?"
Yes, I am working on "Comforting Trees," if you read the preview.(part of another story) I'm just not sure how to end it...
And does she seem Mary Sue-ish? She never actually has a relationship with anyone, but still...
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