They head outside, and Weaver shields her eyes against the bright sun, giving herself a moment to get used to it again. Though it all sucked, this was the worst part, trying to adjust from the dim inside of most places in Halo to the white-washed world. With her hand still covering her eyes, she watches Noah pull a slingshot from his pocket and a collection of stones.
Weaver chuckles at the sight. She’d broken hers so long ago, though honestly, the thing had been rather handy. Maybe she ought to get another one, though she’d rather just throw a knife. Still, today certainly doesn’t need to be a waste. ”Not for a game of Ningo bowling,”, she says, which isn’t exactly a great description of it, but close enough. With her eyes better adjusted, she drops her hand and takes the slingshot, fitting a stone into it and aiming for one of the closer ningos.
Fat, lazy birds. They were great for eating and easy to kill. She lets the stone fly and it hits it’s target, managing to knock the bird out cold with only a slight squawk and some flying feathers. The other ningo’s startle, but not realizing what happened, they settle back down. She hands the slingshot back to Noah with a slightly pleased look on her face. ”Your turn.”
Weaver chuckles at the sight. She’d broken hers so long ago, though honestly, the thing had been rather handy. Maybe she ought to get another one, though she’d rather just throw a knife. Still, today certainly doesn’t need to be a waste. ”Not for a game of Ningo bowling,”, she says, which isn’t exactly a great description of it, but close enough. With her eyes better adjusted, she drops her hand and takes the slingshot, fitting a stone into it and aiming for one of the closer ningos.
Fat, lazy birds. They were great for eating and easy to kill. She lets the stone fly and it hits it’s target, managing to knock the bird out cold with only a slight squawk and some flying feathers. The other ningo’s startle, but not realizing what happened, they settle back down. She hands the slingshot back to Noah with a slightly pleased look on her face. ”Your turn.”
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