Jinsol IV
The arrow she let loose now stuck at a wooden post,far from the intended target. for the umpteenth time,she lost count. She took a glance at her heavily bandaged right arm. What is the use of archer who can't met her target?! useless! She threw the composite bow to the ground in frustration,it bounced several times before ended up nearby someone's foot.
"Your ancestor will be rolling in his grave if he sees you disrespecting a bow like this." She said,picking it up. She walked closer to Jinsol,a yellowcloak slung lazily in her shoulder, a yellowcloak once belonged to Gam,Jinsol's longtime guard.
"speak for yourself,how's the first Owl will feel if he sees his descendant do the stuff you do back then,dressing like a harlot."
Jungeun let out a defeated smile "He would understand,crafty men as he was. my older sister on the other hand,will not be so tolerable,do me a favor and never talk about it if you ever see her." she gave the bow back to Jinsol "how's your arm?"
"it felt like it was not mine" answered Jinsol solemnly,it feel much better now,if only she can stop the wild shakiness of it every time she pulled the bowstring. She can't make it still,whenever she's in that position to shot.
"try again." urge Jungeun
"it's useless. I can't properly shot it no matter what i do"
"Unnie,try again" said Jungeun,firmer this time both in her voice and odd eyes. Jinsol knew,that is Jungeun's mask,her commander's face,her authoritative stance,disobedience is not an option. Thus Jinsol took another arrow from her quiver and steadied herself,closed one of her eyes and start aiming. It requires all of her willpower to steady her right hand. She felt herself feeling sluggish,if it was her before her capture,she could shot ten arrows in a matter of minute and all ten would hit the bullseye.
She then let loose the arrow...
Bullseye. First in many tries. Jinsol could hardly believe it.
"See? You still got it" Jungeun exclaimed
"a mere luck"
"Stop selling yourself short. You are still the best markswoman in all of Goryeo."
"easy for you to say that,you bathe yourself in glory,while i spent the war a damsel in diss-" Jinsol felt her cheek stinging,courtesy of Jungeun's slap.
"Snap out of it! you're not the only one who lost something or someone in this war! Live on! For those who can't!" said Jungeun with a fistful of that yellowcloak now shook with anger.
Unable to muster a response,Jinsol listlessly walked towards a wooden pole,leaning on it and then sat. Jungeun closely followed her.
"Dohun said,Gam wants you to have this before he died. Heirloom of his family,worn by-"
"his father before him and his father's father before him,yes i know. And i am not worthy to receive it."
Jungeun let out a long sigh "suit yourself. blue is always your color anyway. But feeling blue all the time is not."
The two of them just sat there in complete silence for a couple of minutes staring at the blue winter sky. Jinsol then looked around her surrounding,this courtyard,oddly similarly shaped as the one on the Gyeongbukgung Palace.
"Do you ever wonder what would happen if father just mold us into someone...normal,the prim and proper lady of the house,knitting,learn to sing,wait to be wed to a lord and all that feminine nonsense?" asked Jinsol,looking longingly at the horizon
"Hmph. I don't even want to wonder. Must be terrible"
"one night he read me about The Blue-Eyed Jin,greatest marksman that ever lived,never missed a shot in his lifetime,the bow he carried came to be known as Eye-piercer,for obvious reason. It is when he still have that old mindset,the image that his daughters must be raised as an ideal lady should be."
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the Twelve-faced Moon: A Loona fanfiction
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