Susan glanced over at Harry, who seemed to be enjoying himself once he got the hang of archary. She quickly looked away, blushing some more. Susan fitted an arrow to her string, and let it go. The arrow flew through the air, hitting the target with a thack, in the very center.
__________________ “Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask?
Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked?
Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this?
Or are you not terrified by it?"
~Soren Kierkegaard |