Maeve
Weapons weren't the Madame's strong suit. They never had been and they likely wouldn't ever, but that didn't mean she shouldn't learn to use one. Her dagger works well enough, but she doesn't fancy being up close and personal with whatever it is she's fighting. The idea of that doesn't sit well with her. Not that combat sits well with her in general, but she was trying to learn. Locke might have claws now and that was all well and good, but it would be naïve to think he'd be with her constantly.
She got the bow, quiver, and arrows from one of the merchant stalls in the port. Not knowing much about the weapon besides it let you stay back from the thick of the fray and that was good enough reason for her to give it a try. Maeve set up a little target a short distance away and stands back from it, brows knitting together in concentration as she examines the weapon in her hand, awkwardly drawing an arrow from the quiver on her back to nock it on the string. She draws it the string taut, wobbling slightly as she aims it at the target, releasing it only for the shot to go wide and disappear into the underbrush. Again. "Fuck me..."
She got the bow, quiver, and arrows from one of the merchant stalls in the port. Not knowing much about the weapon besides it let you stay back from the thick of the fray and that was good enough reason for her to give it a try. Maeve set up a little target a short distance away and stands back from it, brows knitting together in concentration as she examines the weapon in her hand, awkwardly drawing an arrow from the quiver on her back to nock it on the string. She draws it the string taut, wobbling slightly as she aims it at the target, releasing it only for the shot to go wide and disappear into the underbrush. Again. "Fuck me..."
I'm undone about to burst at my seams
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
