Like feathers fluttering in the wind, like memories crumbling to nothing,
She crouched low in the bushes, with tiny droplets of light dancing around the green cloth she was dressed in. Sparrows chirped around her, filling her ears with their peaceful melody. Somewhere in the clearing, a twig snapped and the soft 'crunch, crunch' of leaves drew nearer towards her hiding place. She quietly pulled on the stubborn elastic band on her bow and loaded it with a feathered arrow. Using its tip, she nudged the few leaves that blocked her line of sight from the deer who was milking her little fawn. Her heart wavered just for a while as she saw the touching sight, but it hardened again at the thought that she would never be able to experience such care. She closed her eyes and mumbled the usual prayers and apologies to Messa.

And shot.
------ Ah... there's so much homework and I've not started a single one... I guess that I shall start now, since the flight's been delayed for so long that we can only board it at 5am. Ah well. Uncle weather ain't looking like he's in a good mood this month anyway so wish me luck in Korea :)