Later that day, the river sang its calm tune beneath a gentle breeze as Serah followed Marcus down the mossy trail. The water shimmered like liquid silver beneath the waning sun, and Marcus, bow in hand, looked far too at home for someone as chaotic as him. Serah stood by the bank, watching with crossed arms as he loosed an arrow that cut clean through the air and struck a fish with sharp precision. One after another, the arrows hit their marks.
After a few moments of watching him, Serah's curiosity got the better of her. "Teach me how to do that," she said, pointing at the bow with a spark of determination in her eyes.
Marcus raised a brow, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. "Oh? The mighty Phoenix of Solara wants fishing lessons?"
"Don't make me regret asking," she replied flatly, though her tone betrayed the faintest amusement.
