#unwounding

            Ah, right... He should have come pick it up earlier today- stuff got in the way- 

          ❝    ..   i'm not slouching .    ❞       and yet ,   her back straightens   (  from an already near perfect posture          a constant ,   an aspect ,   programmed to her character  )   just as instructed .

          keep your stance solid ,   but comfortable  ..  don't hold for too long  ..  eyes on the target and              she lets go .   and sing it did ,   for the sound of the arrow piercing through the air ,   piercing through the silence ,   was almost deafening to her ears  (  at that moment ,   at least  )   .   it's closely followed by an encore :  the cries of the avian as it fell .

          ah .   i did it !!   a crowd cheers in her mind ,   but the glee doesn't quite reflect on her face  ;  hakuno has never been the expressive sort .       ❝    . . .    ❞       and had any other individual be in her shoes ,   perhaps they would have sought compliments or praise for such a feat ,   but hakuno has long come to terms with her own inadequacy              those kind of things were not necessary .   the girl finds herself exhaling a breath she doesn't recall holding .   hakuno knows not to waste time in a battlefield   (  even though this was more of a training ground ,   if anything  )    ,   and so ,   she turns to the other ,   as if to seek the archer's instruction on what to do next .   the expression upon her face though ,   is incomprehensible .   

          . . .  acknowledgement for her hard work is nice though .   maybe even a  headpat  too ?

'a king?' impa eyes the other, scrutinizes every inch from presence to physical definition. the pierce of her gaze, though acute and wary, is far from entirely unfriendly. 'well then, though i'll be sure to treat you with the proper hospitality and decorum, you'll have to forgive me for not bending at the knee. when it comes to outsiders, you never know whether or not you end up bowing to a tyrant, and i lay my fealty only at the feet of the princess of hyrule. i'm sure you can understand.'

     WHAT INTENSE EYES. HE had not been so scrutinized before, at least, not like this, and so he was a bit at a loss as to how he was supposed to react in a situation like this one. There was something about the way he was examined that made him frown slightly, curiosity rising as to what it was exactly that the other was looking for on his person. Presence? Wealth? A combination of both? ❝As you should,❞ he replied smoothly, not wholly displeased with what he was told. Perhaps because her reply was to be expected. This was clearly someone who served another; loyal, perhaps, to a fault. It was so easy to recognize her type from nothing but a mere glance and a couple of exchanged words. ❝It is fine. As long as you treat me with respect, I will be acceptant. A guard who would bend the knee to another ruler is not one I would desire near me to begin with.❞