Anju
I am a princess with lips made of glass
Following trustingly in Noah's wake, the Dragoon takes a moment to once again admire the pending sunrise and how different it looks in Halo versus the floating city of her birth. The frost and mist disperses the colors into a far more vibrant and far-reaching mosaic of vibrancy that it makes it difficult to focus on anything else.
Still, there is work to be done, and Anju could kick herself for having been so close to real targets without having known. With a wry grin, she stands abreast with Noah so he can best see her form and abilities. As a Dragoon, she has intermediate experience with every weapon in the armory, but she is certainly no master of the bow. Her form is solid from years of gaining musculature, but her grip on the bow's frame is clearly too hard-handed, accustomed to a sword. She exhales just before releasing the arrows as she was trained; the release of her fingers is snappy at least, and the arrow lands well within the rings though a few inches shy of a bullseye. Turning to Noah, she awaits his input silently, a dedicated pupil.
Still, there is work to be done, and Anju could kick herself for having been so close to real targets without having known. With a wry grin, she stands abreast with Noah so he can best see her form and abilities. As a Dragoon, she has intermediate experience with every weapon in the armory, but she is certainly no master of the bow. Her form is solid from years of gaining musculature, but her grip on the bow's frame is clearly too hard-handed, accustomed to a sword. She exhales just before releasing the arrows as she was trained; the release of her fingers is snappy at least, and the arrow lands well within the rings though a few inches shy of a bullseye. Turning to Noah, she awaits his input silently, a dedicated pupil.
and a voice cut from steel
