break in the circuit [Safina x Vera blitz]
Jun 21, 2024 7:04:25 GMT -5
Post by D'Arcy Mason d6b [Tyler] on Jun 21, 2024 7:04:25 GMT -5
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Safina Roy
Safina Roy
break in the circuit - I
I am bad at archery. I have spent the last few hours at this station, bow in my hand and launching arrow after arrow at the training dummies wheeling around, and so far all evidence seems to just strengthen this hypothesis with each missed target. I watch the pile of arrows lying haphazardly at the back of the training field and feel the weight of my flaws press down a little stronger.
After a lifetime of being told how great I was at everything I did, this is a hard pill to swallow. I'm a brilliant mind, I have an eye for invention, and now I'm a terrible shot. I never really considered before that maybe I never went out of my way to pursue the things that didn't come naturally. Why bother, when I could rest on my laurels and let the chorus praise me for it all? I wore my talents like an armour, and the bow and arrow now feel like a glaring chink I'm desperate to repair.
I launch another arrow, my eyes lasered in focus on a dummy near the front. The trainer already elected to switch to stationary targets for my benefit. Instead though it just seems to add to the weight that pushes me down. I breathe, I release. This time, finally, an arrow meets its target.
The trainer is congratulating me and I feel a bit of the weight lift from my shoulders. At least now I can at least hit something standing still with a bow and arrow. If everyone else in that arena stands stock still I'll be set. I sigh. Maybe it's better to just stick with learning the other weapons.
I'm about to give up when I see the girl from District 8's joined us at this station. Back home she'd be the kind of girl I'd be a bit jealous of, in here that means she's got a bit of power over me that I need to desperately keep secret. I can't help the blush that has flushed my cheeks.
"Sorry, have you been waiting here long?" I ask. God, I hope not, or she'd have had a front row seat to the discovery of my achilles' heel.
[WC: 371]