Life lessons

"No, no and no!" Small tears are leaving her dark eyes as she gives her back to her dad, crossed arms, sniffing and pointing her feet like any other ordinary child of her own age. For once Roy thinks as, with a small smile, takes the bow from the soil, where Lain previously thrown it, and gives it back to her, standing on his knee so that they could be eye-level.

Mad, Lian refuses to take it back, she even refuse to just look at it, too, like she could stop to acknowledge its existence – but every female is a sucker for that smile that her daddy does only for her and her alone, that soft sides that he almost never shown, and, as they eyes meet, her look shifts almost immediately to the target.

"I'm worst than Uncle Connor, and Uncle Connor can longer use the bow!" She bits her lips to not crying, but, as she sees all the arrows that miss the target and the bull's eye, she can't hold them back any longer, and lets it go.

"You know, Lian – he says sweetly as, taking another arrow, he puts Lian's hands in position, ready to shoot – archery is a bit like life. It's not easy, and sometimes, as hard as you can try, it seems that you can't get it right. But, listen to someone who has gone through many bad things in his life, it comes a point that the only option left – he says as they shoot, allowing the arrow to reach its target –is getting it right."

And, as she sees them from her window, Lian jumping into her daddy's arms, smiling happily because she finally got it the way she whished, remembering all the times Roy told her about archery and zen (when she usually told him that, according to her, it was just crap), Donna admits that, with Roy, it's never just an arrow and a bow, but life lessons as well.