Maeve
"Perfect." Maeve murmurs in response, offering him a warm smile as she settles more comfortably on the blanket. The taste doesn't bother her. Likely because of the fond memories attached to the wine itself. If anything that makes it a good deal sweeter as she sips on it between bites of bread.
While the intimate knowledge of her body wasn't necessary to know such things, it likely helped in some regard. If only because he knows just where her strength lies. Speed, agility, and endurance all reign supreme in comparison to her strength. Her attention shifts to the two weapons that appear before her, head cocking to the side in consideration, bottom lip catching between her teeth as she thinks. "I've shot with both. I admittedly had better luck with the longbow, but that was due to the fact that the first weapon I traded for wasn't suited for me."
She focuses on the recurve bow, knowing from her talk with Noah that the speed, smoothness, and drawback were all things it offered above the longbow. "This one." Maeve finally decides, motioning to the recurve and sending it slowly rotating before them. It shifts and shimmers, Ash wood making up the weapon, a stain darkening and drawing out the natural features of the material. A dark leather wrap appears in the center, intricate carvings and scroll work coming out from, feathering out to the curved ends. "What do you think?" Maeve asks as it finally comes to a halt before them both.
While the intimate knowledge of her body wasn't necessary to know such things, it likely helped in some regard. If only because he knows just where her strength lies. Speed, agility, and endurance all reign supreme in comparison to her strength. Her attention shifts to the two weapons that appear before her, head cocking to the side in consideration, bottom lip catching between her teeth as she thinks. "I've shot with both. I admittedly had better luck with the longbow, but that was due to the fact that the first weapon I traded for wasn't suited for me."
She focuses on the recurve bow, knowing from her talk with Noah that the speed, smoothness, and drawback were all things it offered above the longbow. "This one." Maeve finally decides, motioning to the recurve and sending it slowly rotating before them. It shifts and shimmers, Ash wood making up the weapon, a stain darkening and drawing out the natural features of the material. A dark leather wrap appears in the center, intricate carvings and scroll work coming out from, feathering out to the curved ends. "What do you think?" Maeve asks as it finally comes to a halt before them both.
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
