Anju
I am a a princess with lips made of glass
Flora may be too preoccupied to take that phrase much further, but she'll feel Anju's chuckle through her back and against the shell of her ear. "Bright girl," she compliments in an undertone for the other woman alone, lips twitching as her eyes slide sideways to where Talyson is staunchly focusing on his own target and little else. Turning her eyes back to Flora's as the arrow sinks into the side of the target, the Dragoon squeezes the young woman's waist with a pleased utter of - "Quite bright. Good job." - before leaving her bereft to heed Tal's call all at once, content to tease.
Plucking a feather from the table, she spins it in deft fingers to watch the iridescence fluctuate in the sunlight. Small and flashy, not unlike its owner. Taking stock of the weight for a few moments, Anju lets it fly shortly thereafter, and recalls it before it can hit the target to familiarize herself with the method. Pleased and impressed, she lets it fly a second time with more confidence, and watches it impact with the target down the lane.
Plucking a feather from the table, she spins it in deft fingers to watch the iridescence fluctuate in the sunlight. Small and flashy, not unlike its owner. Taking stock of the weight for a few moments, Anju lets it fly shortly thereafter, and recalls it before it can hit the target to familiarize herself with the method. Pleased and impressed, she lets it fly a second time with more confidence, and watches it impact with the target down the lane.
and a voice cut from steel
