Be on Your Gourd [Seasonal Event]

ALISTAIR Alistair had been hunting the blasted things since they first sprouted and as of now they seemed to never cease. Not that he mind, it was particularly fun training and honing his skills by tracking and hunting them. It was during his routine parameter checks when he noticed a familiar face. Youthful and vibrant, it was difficult to forget such a face in a world so bleak. As he approached, he said nothing. He simply watched Melita with amusement as she went about all her trouble setting up her targets. He sat a safe distance away, bow and arrow resting on the ground, stubbled chin resting over his palm as he chuckled quietly. As her artillery found the mark she may hear the sound of applause in the background, the hush roar of the crowd as Alistair cupped his hands around his mouth and mimicked the sound. Had she turned he would smile and offer a familiar wave before pushing himself up and approaching. "Expert marksman...please, another display of skill, if you may."