Emma's advances to Kaz was unnatural to her, for her Mother had always warned her of the bad feelings that Love will bring, and, her Mother was living proof of what Love could do a person.
Love killed her Mom, her love for Ayreg. Emma did not truely know of how far her Mother's love reached... But now she had an idea.
People still did not know of Lucy's demise and the reasons to why she did it, but a Hunter - to Emma's knowledge named Brian knew her Mother, and apparently planned her Mom's death casually over a short conversation with her. Was her Mom planning this all from the beginning? How far would all this come to? How many more things must she discover to find the truth of what her Mom was planning? Despite this, Emma knew of course sheh ad to carry on her Mom's legacy, so perhaps she killed herself to lay way for a new generation? One that Lucy helped raised?
Confusement befell as she pulled back the arrow tightly against the twined string of the bow, the tips of the bow pulling inwards as her left arm pushed outwards, creating that spring liek action to hurtle the arrow great distances.
Emma's eyes stared intently at the target one hundred meters away, taking her time, now tareing herself from the thoughts to the matter of trainning herself to master this bow. For some odd reason, this bow at long distances was much more powerful than at short, so... Emma descided to take a shot from all the way back here...
Leaving go the arrow shot fast, blurring and whistling through the air untill it hits it's target, dead center.
A smile passed her lips, as her rouge eyes unsquitned, her ears perking up at the sound of the thud aganst the wood of the tree. Standing from the crouched position, her leather armour layered with a thin layer of waterdroplets of the morning dew.
That was enough for that morning. Four hours of constant trainning at long range was actually mentally exhausting, and, everytime she hit the bullseye, the more she stepped away from it, distancing herself from her target.
Emma was getting quite the good archer, at her Mom's request and silent urges of her suicide note - the note in her pocket, it never left her side.
Singing merryily, the same bluebird as before landed between the space of her ears, on the topside of her head, and sat there, nesting once more quite nicely in her tied back hair.
Blinking, Emma looked up, in attempt to look at the bird, but instead, went cockeyed. "You know, your a wierd bird."
The bird chriped back, as it closed it's eye, wiggling it's tail feathers - almost making itself further comfortable at the expense of the tidiness of her hair.
"... I tell you what, you can be my friend, hm?"Emma sat on the ground, moving a hand up to stroke the small bird upon it's tiny head. "I don't trust anyone, you know.... If my Mom taught me anything, it's not to trust a thing someone says unless you see proof. Even the ones you love..." Emma's eyes seemed to become solid, almost, lonely... "... There is so much deception in the world, I don't know where to find any friends. True friends... But that Hunter... Was he a friend of my Moms?"
Emma thought heavily on that man, his card still with her, in her pocket alongside the letter from her Mom. "... I need a friend. Maybe, he is one?"
But Emma's goal life, needed to be known.
But for now, she trainned. After having this short break of coruse with her bird-friend.
Love killed her Mom, her love for Ayreg. Emma did not truely know of how far her Mother's love reached... But now she had an idea.
People still did not know of Lucy's demise and the reasons to why she did it, but a Hunter - to Emma's knowledge named Brian knew her Mother, and apparently planned her Mom's death casually over a short conversation with her. Was her Mom planning this all from the beginning? How far would all this come to? How many more things must she discover to find the truth of what her Mom was planning? Despite this, Emma knew of course sheh ad to carry on her Mom's legacy, so perhaps she killed herself to lay way for a new generation? One that Lucy helped raised?
Confusement befell as she pulled back the arrow tightly against the twined string of the bow, the tips of the bow pulling inwards as her left arm pushed outwards, creating that spring liek action to hurtle the arrow great distances.
Emma's eyes stared intently at the target one hundred meters away, taking her time, now tareing herself from the thoughts to the matter of trainning herself to master this bow. For some odd reason, this bow at long distances was much more powerful than at short, so... Emma descided to take a shot from all the way back here...
Leaving go the arrow shot fast, blurring and whistling through the air untill it hits it's target, dead center.
A smile passed her lips, as her rouge eyes unsquitned, her ears perking up at the sound of the thud aganst the wood of the tree. Standing from the crouched position, her leather armour layered with a thin layer of waterdroplets of the morning dew.
That was enough for that morning. Four hours of constant trainning at long range was actually mentally exhausting, and, everytime she hit the bullseye, the more she stepped away from it, distancing herself from her target.
Emma was getting quite the good archer, at her Mom's request and silent urges of her suicide note - the note in her pocket, it never left her side.
Singing merryily, the same bluebird as before landed between the space of her ears, on the topside of her head, and sat there, nesting once more quite nicely in her tied back hair.
Blinking, Emma looked up, in attempt to look at the bird, but instead, went cockeyed. "You know, your a wierd bird."
The bird chriped back, as it closed it's eye, wiggling it's tail feathers - almost making itself further comfortable at the expense of the tidiness of her hair.
"... I tell you what, you can be my friend, hm?"Emma sat on the ground, moving a hand up to stroke the small bird upon it's tiny head. "I don't trust anyone, you know.... If my Mom taught me anything, it's not to trust a thing someone says unless you see proof. Even the ones you love..." Emma's eyes seemed to become solid, almost, lonely... "... There is so much deception in the world, I don't know where to find any friends. True friends... But that Hunter... Was he a friend of my Moms?"
Emma thought heavily on that man, his card still with her, in her pocket alongside the letter from her Mom. "... I need a friend. Maybe, he is one?"
But Emma's goal life, needed to be known.
But for now, she trainned. After having this short break of coruse with her bird-friend.