I'd bring you further roses

i've got a river for a soul

The longbow disappears that the recurve might hold their focus. Nodding, he watches as Maeve's mind is able to exert its control over the dream, adjusting the bow to her liking. Though Remi's mind did not ignore the aesthetics of her choices, his first priority was in the efficiency and composition of the bow. Narrowing his eyes, the bow warps and adjusts, pulling apart that he might mentally put it back together himself. He watches the veins of wood as they stretch and curve, imagines tanning the leather and then binding it together. When all is back to how it started, Remi rises, reaching down a hand for Maeve to indicate that she should do the same.

"Can you hold it, as you would if shooting?" When Maeve does, she'll find that the wrapped leather in the centre is suddenly soft and spongey. As she grips it, it will mould perfectly around her fingers that Remi might be able to ensure that the balance perfectly suits her hand.

'And for your arrows...would you prefer them to be...generic? Or unique?" Generic would allow for anonymity when it came to who or what Maeve shoots. Though whether that is what the madame wanted, he had no idea.