The Square was quieter this night, the usual hustle and bustle of trainees from the Farstriders and Blood Knights had grown quiet, leaving only the higher ranking officials within there buildings, getting on with paperwork or just finishing up for the evening before heading home.
Mylathandris, as of recent had been forced to adorn pregnancy friendly robes, larger than usual for her size and free flowing to allow comfort and movement, her pace slow and steady, carefully using the hedges alongside the firing range and training square to help her along, occasionaly stopping for breath.
She had come for a reason, her purpose clear as day as she eyed the firing range, thoughts ticking and mind racing as to whether she is going to do it or not, despite being told she couldnât.
âI willâ she thought to herself calmly, and carried on her steady plod into the firing range, where a few basic bows and arrows had been left behind, not yet cleaned up, which had irritated her slightly.
She bent down with a grunt and deep breathes, picking up the bow as the bump growing from her stomach creating an increasing discomfort from her back, stomach and waist. She held the bow tight once sheâd picked it up and a great smile appeared on her face, she had missed the adrenaline of firing her BeloreâDinoriel in combat, fighting enemies and fighting for the nation she lovedâŚit made her nostalgic, despite only being away from combat for a few weeks.
She nodded to herself, commited to her idea of being able to fight, despite being over eighteen weights pregnant by now, her determination had grown every day she was away from the field, she missed fighting alongside her comrades and doing her part for Quelâthalas, tonight she would prove so.
Myla approached the range, bow and two arrows laying on the hedge so she wouldnât have to bend down to reach for them, she tried to engage the usual firing stance, shoulders back, legs slightly apart and back straight with her arms reaching at the string and pulling it. One of her eyes narrowed as she lined the arrow along the centerpiece of the string, this basic bow missing the guiding line, whereas most advanced bows have this assisted feature.
As she pulled on the string she felt the pain in her back, her muscles had weakened over the weeks of not using them, and the tensing of the stomach caused pain around the womb and upper chest, with a wince and hiss of a snake, she continued, the arrow primed and ready to fireâŚshe launched the arrow towards the target.
However, she was physically exhausted, even firing a bow had taxed her breath, most of her energy was drained from her pregnancy, but she felt pride, she felt happiness more than before as she proved to herself that she still had what it takesâŚshe is still the Farstrider she had been weeks ago.
Eyeing the target, the arrow had struck a few centimetres short of the bullseye, she was fustrated, perfection was always her aim, and this was definately NOT; Perfection.
âIn the name of Quelâthalas, I will fight again. I will serve my company, my nation and fight for my child, I will wield my Beloreâdinoriel again, no matter what it takes.â She spoke to herself out loud, the murmuring mixed with deep breathes, and shortly after she nodded to herself. She had done what she wanted, and now it was time to go home, and have some well deserved rest.
