December 29th, 2020 11:15 AM

Not for the first time, Ailith silently cursed her lack of magic. She could do nothing but watch as the dragon flew fartehr and farther away, out of range of Xiv, then Talus, then Ace. The one one who had any hope of hitting it now was Feyra, aided by Xiv’s magic. Ailith watched as Feyra took a steadying breath, bowstring pulled taut. She loosed the arrow on the exhale, the fletching leaving the tiniest scratch on her cheek.

Everyone’s head turned to watch the arrow sail towards it’s target, but it disappeared form view well before it met it’s mark. The distance seemed too great; Ailith started to doubt whetehr even Feyra could hit a target that far away. Her doubts were dashed, however, when a few seconds later the dragon’s shadow grew larger and alrger as it fell back towards earth.

No one said a word, frozen as the dragon’s body impacted the ground, snow billowing up around it. Ailith turned to Feyra, eyes wide, watching the realization of what happened dawn on the other woman’s face. The group burst into cheers, turning to heap praise on Feyra.

“Feyra, gods taht was amazing!” Ailith pulled Feyra into a hug, noticing the slight hesitation and tension in Feyra’s body before the hug was returned.

“Thank- thanks,” Feyra stuttered, voice sheepish. Ailith drew back, keeping her hands on Feyra’s shoulders.

“I mean it. You’re- that was incredible.” Ailith cleared her throat awkwardly at the slip up, half of her hoping Feyra didn’t notice while the other half secretly wanted her to notice, wanted her to say something about it. She released Feyra into the clutches of their friends, silently having a bit of a crisis.