She picked up a bow and pulled the string back as best as she could. Pushing her head into the space she’d created, she pretended to aim it across the room. Then she let the string go. It slapped her in the back of the head and then the long handle smacked her in the face. Instantly she felt blood pooling in her nose. She placed it on the ground with her eyes darting around, thankful that the Dragon hadn’t seen her do that. Her cheeks grew hot. That was embarrassing.
secondhand embarrassment is real
