The idea that Colt suggested was a good one, and Alys nodded her agreement. "Sounds like a plan," she said.
With her hair secured, the seer picked up her bow and pulled an arrow from her quiver. Looking around, she spotted aconveniently placed old tree stump, the trunk long since having been removed - no doubt for building, or firewood, or some other such thing. The stump was far enough away that it wasn't an easy shot, but close enough that it was well within a reasonable range for Alys and her bow. She nodded towards it. "There. That can be my target."
Nocking the arrow, Alys looked to Colt. "Ready when you are," she said, moving into a firing stance - but modified, since she'd also be dodging as they went on.
With her hair secured, the seer picked up her bow and pulled an arrow from her quiver. Looking around, she spotted a
Nocking the arrow, Alys looked to Colt. "Ready when you are," she said, moving into a firing stance - but modified, since she'd also be dodging as they went on.
alys glasse
waiting for the right mind to drive insane







