03-22-2020, 03:42 PM
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five-three, aspen was short enough that life was inconvenient at times, but tall enough that she couldn't quite get away with complaining about it. still, she was five-three in a family of men who towered over six feet, and even her ten year old brother stood taller than her. keeping up with them meant staying in good enough shape to withstand cutting down trees, carrying logs, and quite literally keeping up.
she'd been on the hip abductors when blake put out her call for... archery? she'd grown up in the woods, and as aesthetically pleasing as bows and arrows were, they hadn't ever been effective enough out there. you'd need too many arrows to protect yourself against the things that went bump in the months-long night, and she'd been raised with knives and axes, true to her father's career as a lumberjack. still, even if she wasn't sure she'd ever use it, learning a new skill couldn't hurt, right?
so she hurried to her room, pulling a sweater over the sports bra, and opted to head out in only it and the leggings. she figured freedom of motion might be important, and the insulated sweater was warm enough, if a bit baggy. she made her way out, eyeing up the scene with curious cognac eyes, listening carefully to blake. though she was tempted to play cocky and act like she knew what she was doing, one glance at the bows and arrows had her brows furrowed; how the fuck did you even hold it?
[color=#4a4e54]"zero experience," she relented as she approached the woman, shrugging awkwardly, [color=#4a4e54]"i grew up with axes, not these things."
five-three, aspen was short enough that life was inconvenient at times, but tall enough that she couldn't quite get away with complaining about it. still, she was five-three in a family of men who towered over six feet, and even her ten year old brother stood taller than her. keeping up with them meant staying in good enough shape to withstand cutting down trees, carrying logs, and quite literally keeping up.
she'd been on the hip abductors when blake put out her call for... archery? she'd grown up in the woods, and as aesthetically pleasing as bows and arrows were, they hadn't ever been effective enough out there. you'd need too many arrows to protect yourself against the things that went bump in the months-long night, and she'd been raised with knives and axes, true to her father's career as a lumberjack. still, even if she wasn't sure she'd ever use it, learning a new skill couldn't hurt, right?
so she hurried to her room, pulling a sweater over the sports bra, and opted to head out in only it and the leggings. she figured freedom of motion might be important, and the insulated sweater was warm enough, if a bit baggy. she made her way out, eyeing up the scene with curious cognac eyes, listening carefully to blake. though she was tempted to play cocky and act like she knew what she was doing, one glance at the bows and arrows had her brows furrowed; how the fuck did you even hold it?
[color=#4a4e54]"zero experience," she relented as she approached the woman, shrugging awkwardly, [color=#4a4e54]"i grew up with axes, not these things."