Gonna show him what little girls are made of — gunpowder and lead
Worse, all this rain and storming is liable to make the greenery flourish, which sounds like a good thing in theory. In practice, it meant some pastures could become too rich and livestock more liable to get sick. It also meant more would dry out come Longheat, leaving that much more kindling for fire season int he fall. The entire year, made worse, all because the sky saw fit to be dramatic right now. "Mm," she agrees with a sigh. "Don't like it." Once they found enough ways to deal with the mud, she'd have to be out there whacking down all the weeds and greens, doing her best to dry them into useful feed for winter rather than an over abundance now poisoning greedy guts.
It's a mentally tiring workload of seasonal dominoes that she's happy to put to rest with this arguably more simplistic task. Simple, in needing only to withdraw a bowstring and shoot. Of course there's many other factors in play that she's purposefully choosing to gloss over for now. They're things that come to her without notice, built in with practice to where she loses sight of them, far easier than the checklist of her mind about cattle trying to kill themselves before she wants them dead.
"Exactly," she agrees with a snap of her fingers, nodding along to his understanding of the different skills required with accuracy. A short laugh looses as he challenges her back in turn, and she tips her head and the hat thereupon it in acceptance. "Dodging is another one of my skills," she reassures, and though it's usually emotions or thoughts, or a stray cow horn, she thinks she can do the same with his efforts.
Parting from him to grant a bit more distance for better difficulty, not about to fire on him point blank (he'd manage still, she's sure, but just the same), she turns back towards him once she deems it enough. She expects he'll shift, finding better agility in different shape over running as a man, or perhaps use the elements to his advantage. Either way, she raises her bow, and reaching back into her sharpening quiver, withdraws an arrow that's carved to a razor's point. "Ready!?" she yells, nocking the arrow. At his sign, she exhales slow and steady, lining up her shot and leading where she expects he'll be, then releases the bowstring and sends the ammunition sailing his way.
1/4 Colt fires an arrow at Deimos
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
It's a mentally tiring workload of seasonal dominoes that she's happy to put to rest with this arguably more simplistic task. Simple, in needing only to withdraw a bowstring and shoot. Of course there's many other factors in play that she's purposefully choosing to gloss over for now. They're things that come to her without notice, built in with practice to where she loses sight of them, far easier than the checklist of her mind about cattle trying to kill themselves before she wants them dead.
"Exactly," she agrees with a snap of her fingers, nodding along to his understanding of the different skills required with accuracy. A short laugh looses as he challenges her back in turn, and she tips her head and the hat thereupon it in acceptance. "Dodging is another one of my skills," she reassures, and though it's usually emotions or thoughts, or a stray cow horn, she thinks she can do the same with his efforts.
Parting from him to grant a bit more distance for better difficulty, not about to fire on him point blank (he'd manage still, she's sure, but just the same), she turns back towards him once she deems it enough. She expects he'll shift, finding better agility in different shape over running as a man, or perhaps use the elements to his advantage. Either way, she raises her bow, and reaching back into her sharpening quiver, withdraws an arrow that's carved to a razor's point. "Ready!?" she yells, nocking the arrow. At his sign, she exhales slow and steady, lining up her shot and leading where she expects he'll be, then releases the bowstring and sends the ammunition sailing his way.
1/4 Colt fires an arrow at Deimos
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
Colt
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
