Tumblr Academy reimagined

((Okay, Jaydinn. Also, you guys have super short posts that give me nothing to reply to, like, why?))

((Sorry I'm at a thing)) (add this)))

"I don't really know how it all works."

((I'll try to type a nice, long post before I go, no promises, though. I'll just try to type.))

"So I'm seriously the only one who bothers to find out how things work," I said to myself.
((Alright(that's to both of you)))

((Never mind, walking out the door, sorry, bye!))

((Bye))

"I can't really explain how it works, I could show you the mist, but I can't tell you how it works."

"The mist? What mist? Why do you people make no sense?"

"It's like magic."

"Everything leads back to magic!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air in frustration. "I do not understand magic, and I don't think I ever will!"

"Sorry."

I sighed. "It's not like everything leading back to magic is your fault, so don't apologize."

I nodded and made some mist appear, "What do you want me to make?"

"Uh, I dunno.." I mumbled. "A bow?" I questioned, now exactly sure what to say.

I nodded and shaped the most into a bow, then snapped and it solidified into one.

I opened my mouth, but didn't know what to say. "How" wasn't a good question to ask here, since none of the others seemed to have learned how things work. "What" was dumb, since she'd called it the mist, whatever that was. It seemed the answer to any possible question I could ask would be answered with "magic".

"Want to try shooting it?" I handed it to him.

((*him))
"Uh, sure," I managed. I examined the bow in front of me. It wasn't the type I was used to, a longbow, though it was the bow I'd first trained on to build up my muscles, a recuve bow. I pulled back the string experimentally, testing the draw weight. It was lighter than I was used to. I slowly released the string, knowing not to release it suddenly without an arrow. 
I then grabbed an arrow from my quiver and placed it on the string. Aiming quickly, I assessed everything, the wind, the draw weight, how far back the string was pulled, and released. It flew right into a tree, slamming into the bark a few inches from where I'd aimed. I muttered an annoyed "tsk", but looked back at the bow. 
"This is pretty good," I told her, my eyes wide. "Have you made bows before?"

"Not really."

"Huh, it's better than lots I've used."

I smiled a bit, "it would be better if I mixed some different personalities."

((Ugh, I was on my feet for so long!))

((Sowwy))

((It's fine. I had fun. What about you?))

((The bbq was fun even though I got my glasses knocked off by a water balloon))