Some find strange things comforting [OTA - Tag Faramir]
Her thoughts muddled, Marian sought the comfort of practice. Physical practice, that would help her focus her mind, she hoped. Think less of Robin and Guy, his sister, the Sheriff. Of her time here and its purpose. Truly, thinking is something that one could do far too much of, she knew that well. She had spent enough time at it already.
As such, she had gone out that morning with her bow and arrows, helpfully provided to her by the village. Marian was out of practice, but not as badly as she had thought. Arrow nocked, she let fly, content that her shot was closer to the target than the last.
At least here, she was wrapped up in what she was doing and not thinking on all other types of thing.
As such, she had gone out that morning with her bow and arrows, helpfully provided to her by the village. Marian was out of practice, but not as badly as she had thought. Arrow nocked, she let fly, content that her shot was closer to the target than the last.
At least here, she was wrapped up in what she was doing and not thinking on all other types of thing.