[seasonal event] atlas hands

She watched as he shook his mane in response to her words before they had spotted the deer, and she smiled to the back of him as he moved on ahead. But as the deer came into focus, and Remi paused mid step, her arms lifted the bow ever so slightly before Remi turned back to her. He approached, touching her hand with his nose before looking to the right, to his chest, then to the left. But what it meant she had no idea. But the deer was here and she couldn’t very well ask him what he meant in case it drove the deer away. Besides, Remi had already moved toward the right to approach the creature and herd it much like Rexanna had imagined it would work. She crouched a bit low, drawing her arrow back as she aimed at the creature. Of course, the deer hadn’t been expecting a lion of all things, and had been startled at the sudden appearance of such a creature. It bolted, directly in the way that Remi had attempted to make it go. But it was coming directly at Rex and she had hardly a good shot to give. But she still let her arrow fly, and watched with baited breath as it found its target. It went straight through the deer’s neck, nearly to the fletching in an unfortunate circumstance. Her eyes searched for Remi as the creature came closer to her before stumbling in step. Heart pounding loudly, she grabbed another arrow and slipped to the side in the hopes of fully felling the beast with a fatal arrow unless Remi had a better idea. RexannA rebellion sits well on you; like a red coat, or the gilt gold burnish of youth.

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