Moments III
Nightmare, 4k
The air nipped lightly at Nesta’s exposed fingers as she drew the string of the bow back, stretching her skin painfully thin where it was already beginning to blister.
Another miss. The arrow clattered noisily as it rebounded and bounced over the granite floor, falling pitifully short of where the target stood. She cracked her neck, glaring at the ground where it lay, before marching over, plucking it up and returning back to her spot.
It had felt so natural to her before. The sting of the bow as it left her skin. The soft whoosh as it had sailed past and landed before Gwyn, saving her in the nick of time. Granted, Nesta had never really fired an Illyrian bow before, and the one and only time she’d successfully done it was in a time of panic and desperation.