|Luz Martin (4c) wrote in yegods,|
@ 2012-07-08 13:41:00
|Entry tags:||!log, maria de la luz martin, richard palmer|
WHO Rick Palmer and Luz Martin
WHERE Warriors’ Guild
WHEN July 8th, 2012, afternoon
SUMMARY Luz is actually learning how to use a bow and arrow. This is safe.
Luz’s future self had told her that it was important to focus on her archery skills right now. Luz didn’t know why, she hadn’t said, but it was an idea that suited Luz just fine. She had always liked the idea of archery. People always seemed to look cool doing it and she thought as the daughter of Apollo she might be naturally inclined toward it. It didn’t hurt that there had recently been a string of movies heavily featuring archers looking pretty damn bad ass. Luz wanted to look bad ass. She even put her hair into a side braid (sorta).
There was a section of the Warriors’ Guild set aside for archers. It looked vaguely like a normal shooting range that Luz had seen in movies or on television. She was separated by walls from her fellow archers, which was nice because it meant they couldn’t see how bad she was, but people walking behind could easily see and hear when she made a mistake. Luz had arrived at her spot on time and retrieved the bracelet from Apollo and put it on, causing a gold quiver with turquoise inlay designs containing golden arrows to appear on her back. The sorta side braid kept her hair mostly out of the way, because otherwise it would have been a disaster. Her bow, sadly, was not also gold, because Luz had bought it herself. It was a nice, shiny, sturdy wood with brass tips, with a very cool sort of curve to it. Luz didn’t know what the style was called, but it looked cool.
She had expertly removed an arrow from the quiver without having to look back, feeling pretty cool and ready to star in a movie herself, but it then took her three minutes to figure out how to hold the bow and the arrow together, let alone aim anything. But she got there eventually. It did feel nice to have the bow and arrow in her hand, and when she was holding it properly she could tell. She just needed to keep her elbows from sticking out at weird angles like that.
When she thought she had a good aim, when everything seemed to come into balanced focus, and Luz even had one eyes closed which made her feel super cool, she held her breath and released the arrow.
It sunk right into the wall just behind the target, missing the large circle by mere centimeters. “Puta madre!” Luz yelled, lowering her bow. What kind of daughter of Apollo couldn’t even hit the target? It had been so close! Though, at least, it hadn’t bounced off anywhere. It had hit something. Luz snarled down at it before reaching back and grabbing another arrow.