Aery sighed. No sleep for her, then. Tying herself into her saddle the next morning was looking more and more attractive, even though the last time she'd tried to, she'd wound up with bloody rope-burns all over her skin where the ropes had been. And the time before she fell off of her horse and onto the road.
Silly sleepily waved to Aery, then rolled over, put her arms tightly around Ame, and fell asleep again. Aery wanted to join them, but... Mission first. "Yes, Celaena. Of course."
She went out into the courtyard again, standing in the shadowed doorway, watching Ansel and Shadow sparring. She wouldn't interrupt them while they were working, but there was no sense... Since she needed to do something to stay alert, she might as well practice herself.
She still had a longbow over her shoulder. How odd. She never remembered grabbing one anyway.
Weakly she took it off, facing towards a hay bale. Plucked an arrow from the quiver on her back. But she stopped. Her hands were shaking too badly (not to mention all the broken bones!) and she couldn't even lift it.
Oh well, knife training, then. She practiced from various positions, including sitting, facing away from the hay bale at an angle. Spin and throw the knife. But her hands were shaking too much and she kept missing her targets, until finally, in utter exhaustion and frustration, she gave up, gathered her knives, and went to go sit on the hay bale and watch the sparring between Ansel and Shadow.
Silly sleepily waved to Aery, then rolled over, put her arms tightly around Ame, and fell asleep again. Aery wanted to join them, but... Mission first. "Yes, Celaena. Of course."
She went out into the courtyard again, standing in the shadowed doorway, watching Ansel and Shadow sparring. She wouldn't interrupt them while they were working, but there was no sense... Since she needed to do something to stay alert, she might as well practice herself.
She still had a longbow over her shoulder. How odd. She never remembered grabbing one anyway.
Weakly she took it off, facing towards a hay bale. Plucked an arrow from the quiver on her back. But she stopped. Her hands were shaking too badly (not to mention all the broken bones!) and she couldn't even lift it.
Oh well, knife training, then. She practiced from various positions, including sitting, facing away from the hay bale at an angle. Spin and throw the knife. But her hands were shaking too much and she kept missing her targets, until finally, in utter exhaustion and frustration, she gave up, gathered her knives, and went to go sit on the hay bale and watch the sparring between Ansel and Shadow.