Anju
The knife twists at the thought
that I should fall short of the mark
Anju is not expecting company - and certainly not human company - so she re-draws and lifts her bow when she hears the mud and muck being displaced by approaching feet. Surprise and recognition dawn simultaneously on her face as she lowers her bow, trained to never point it at someone she doesn't intend to kill. In fact she reholsters it entirely, and pauses in her trek across the stream to raise a hand in return. that I should fall short of the mark
"Liam. It's good to see you." It has been some time after all, and she'd been sad to see him go when he had, no matter how well she'd understood his reasoning. "And, please, call me Anju. Out here I'm nobody's Captain." Just a woman on a hunt.
Gesturing towards the felled stag, she steps into the water, glad for her tall boots keeping it away from her skin. "Care to join me?" Perhaps they can catch up while she quarters it up for travel.
You're frightened by my bite
though it's no harsher than my bark
though it's no harsher than my bark
