( the new year is supposed to be a time to embrace the new you. at least, that's what the overly sentimental yogi at kimberly's newly scheduled ten am bikram class keeps saying as they settle in for another hour of miserable, hot stretching, so she's trying her best to make it a reality. which explains why she's got a black archer's bow in her hands and a dulled arrowhead in between her fingertips as she aims for a training dummy across the woods.
it's better out here. she's not good yet, not even remotely close to good enough to do this in public, and in the middle of the woods, the most dangerous thing she's likely to hit is a tree. maybe two trees, if she's especially reckless.
so a flock of deer stampeding past her? not exactly the thing kimberly expects. one comes running just a bit too close for comfort, sending her off balance, and her trigger-happy fingers let loose just as her aim goes wildly off course. whoops? )
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it's better out here. she's not good yet, not even remotely close to good enough to do this in public, and in the middle of the woods, the most dangerous thing she's likely to hit is a tree. maybe two trees, if she's especially reckless.
so a flock of deer stampeding past her? not exactly the thing kimberly expects. one comes running just a bit too close for comfort, sending her off balance, and her trigger-happy fingers let loose just as her aim goes wildly off course. whoops? )
Sorry, wolf... thing! Sorry!
( wait. she knows that wolf shape. )
Sorry, Malia!