Lisbeth's hands were shaking as she took the bow from Frey. She looked it over, marveling at the warmth she felt emanating from it.
"Thank you," she said, her voice quivering with reverence. "I vow to put this to good use, protecting the innocent in the coming war."
She rose to her feet, drawing an arrow and nocking it to the bowstring. She felt the arrow grow warm to the touch. She looked around for a place to fire, not wanting to damage the shrine to set any of the plants ablaze. She found a bare patch of dirt and fired the arrow into it, her eyes going wide at the sight of the blazing streak that shot across the air.
"Woohoo!" she shouted, pumping a fist in the air. Then she remembered whose presence she was in, and she bowed her head sheepishly. "I mean, thank you, your grace. It is more than I ever dreamed it would be."
"Thank you," she said, her voice quivering with reverence. "I vow to put this to good use, protecting the innocent in the coming war."
She rose to her feet, drawing an arrow and nocking it to the bowstring. She felt the arrow grow warm to the touch. She looked around for a place to fire, not wanting to damage the shrine to set any of the plants ablaze. She found a bare patch of dirt and fired the arrow into it, her eyes going wide at the sight of the blazing streak that shot across the air.
"Woohoo!" she shouted, pumping a fist in the air. Then she remembered whose presence she was in, and she bowed her head sheepishly. "I mean, thank you, your grace. It is more than I ever dreamed it would be."
