004th breeze; action
[Blue sky. Green grass. A cool breeze, and otherwise...silence.
Fuu stands in an otherwise empty field, not quite understanding why she has found herself in New Cephiro --or how, really-- until she realizes that this must be a dream. None of her friends are with her either, after all. How surreal. She holds a bow in one hand and an arrow, red-tipped, in the other; when she sees the target across the field, she knows why she's there. Or remembers, perhaps.
She nocks an arrow, draws it back and holds it there for a moment -- she watches the target, silent, staring...]
[That might be a small trembling, a brief shaking in her hand. Hesitation that she doesn't notice.
The arrow is loosed, and for a moment it seems to fly true, and Fuu has confidence that it will not only meet its mark, but hit dead center, as well. But then the target seems impossibly far away;space seems to warp around it, and the arrow shudders, falling short. A look of confusion crosses her face.]
But that's not...
Why...?
[Another arrow is in her hand, although she doesn't remember picking it up.
No matter. She nocks it once again. Draws the bow once more.
The cycle repeats. Again and again, a circle without end. Each time her hand shakes a little more, each time her voice becomes a little smaller, a little more distant.
It continues.]
((OOC: action/commentlog-thing for anyone interested, or regular comments are welcome too! feel free to stick your head in or anything. replies will come in the morning, got this up late because my internet died ♥))
Fuu stands in an otherwise empty field, not quite understanding why she has found herself in New Cephiro --or how, really-- until she realizes that this must be a dream. None of her friends are with her either, after all. How surreal. She holds a bow in one hand and an arrow, red-tipped, in the other; when she sees the target across the field, she knows why she's there. Or remembers, perhaps.
She nocks an arrow, draws it back and holds it there for a moment -- she watches the target, silent, staring...]
[That might be a small trembling, a brief shaking in her hand. Hesitation that she doesn't notice.
The arrow is loosed, and for a moment it seems to fly true, and Fuu has confidence that it will not only meet its mark, but hit dead center, as well. But then the target seems impossibly far away;space seems to warp around it, and the arrow shudders, falling short. A look of confusion crosses her face.]
But that's not...
Why...?
[Another arrow is in her hand, although she doesn't remember picking it up.
No matter. She nocks it once again. Draws the bow once more.
The cycle repeats. Again and again, a circle without end. Each time her hand shakes a little more, each time her voice becomes a little smaller, a little more distant.
It continues.]
((OOC: action/commentlog-thing for anyone interested, or regular comments are welcome too! feel free to stick your head in or anything. replies will come in the morning, got this up late because my internet died ♥))