Deimos
He barely muffled a snort at the expression, but kept the information lodged in his mind – eyes narrowing speculatively for a moment. “Cannot remember a time we had this much rain,” and the memory mud itself cast exactly that – a collection of refrains that were never very pleasant. He half-wondered if it’d be worth a regional quest, or something specific from the gods, at least for the ranch’s sake, and he pondered over the particulars as they moved a little further into brambles and pathways.
His eyes went to the bow and arrows instead, nodding along and in agreement. “Immobile targets are always good to practice precision, but the true experience will always be if you can land upon something moving.” It wouldn’t make sense to simply stand amidst the training grounds all the time, sharpening and trying but never unfurling potential beyond those walls. Simply, why she was here. At the inquiry, his brow arched, granting a juvenile grin in return. “As long as you are ready for dodging.” For he had no intention of being anyone's pin cushion.
His eyes went to the bow and arrows instead, nodding along and in agreement. “Immobile targets are always good to practice precision, but the true experience will always be if you can land upon something moving.” It wouldn’t make sense to simply stand amidst the training grounds all the time, sharpening and trying but never unfurling potential beyond those walls. Simply, why she was here. At the inquiry, his brow arched, granting a juvenile grin in return. “As long as you are ready for dodging.” For he had no intention of being anyone's pin cushion.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
