Maeve
It's a fascinating process to watch. The way the bow warps and stretches with Remi's influence. She's enraptured, bread and wine forgotten in favor of watching his mind work on the bow. It isn't until he stands, hand extending down to her that she snaps out of it, looking up at him instead as her hand slips into his. The contact is brief, but it'll surely be enough to sense the simmering hurt that lingers so close to the surface, the unease that lingers in her belly, and nervous sort of excitement that is a touch brighter than the rest. All of these emotions tangled up in one another, almost muddled in color with the way they mix, fighting for dominance over her current state.
Maeve draws away from him in favor of focusing on the bow, taking it into her right hand, "I'm right handed, but left eye dominant. Noah told me this isn't an issue, but is unique and should be considered for any bow I have crafted." She provides this information easily, assuming he'll know what he needs to do with it to make her a suitable weapon. The leather molds to her hand, giving away with the pressure as she brings up the bow, taking up her proper position and drawing the string back to test it.
A hum of consideration pushes past her lips, lips pursing as she lowers the weapon once more, "Unique." She finally answers, knowing that should she truly wish, she could always get different arrows later. However this was a custom weapon and the opprotunity to have something else made just for her was too good to pass up.
Maeve draws away from him in favor of focusing on the bow, taking it into her right hand, "I'm right handed, but left eye dominant. Noah told me this isn't an issue, but is unique and should be considered for any bow I have crafted." She provides this information easily, assuming he'll know what he needs to do with it to make her a suitable weapon. The leather molds to her hand, giving away with the pressure as she brings up the bow, taking up her proper position and drawing the string back to test it.
A hum of consideration pushes past her lips, lips pursing as she lowers the weapon once more, "Unique." She finally answers, knowing that should she truly wish, she could always get different arrows later. However this was a custom weapon and the opprotunity to have something else made just for her was too good to pass up.
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
