Post by enchilada on Dec 28, 2019 19:45:53 GMT
A quiet hum passed over their lips, moving quickly, a solidly lowered brow as the string was pulled back to their cheek. When the shot hit, it hit with precision, just as expected. Dhaunmyr sauntered over to salvage some arrows. They had chosen the highest target, the rest already fairly full. A non-moving target wasn't impressive, but it wasn't like they could opt for an animal -- They were not that kind of archer. Nor did they agree with such waste.
Days were regularly busy, so a few moments of solace between appearances was welcome. They ran a hand through their hair, longer, again, not sure if it was purposefully white to pink, or if they were too tired to deal with redying roots. It wasn't too faded, so, maybe, Dhaunmyr would ask Kara, she'd give them whatever opinion they wanted, and that would be satisfactory. Kara -- what was Dhaunmyr going to make for dinner, too quiet to think, but finally it wasn't so loud that they had to grasp at thoughts. They probably had something at home, and whatever that was, if they needed, they could just supplement with -- something. Too many somethings?
They placed a steady hand on the bark, jamming a heel into the grain and pulling themself up, sitting happily on a big enough branch, and started to pull their ammunition from the targets. This was Dhaunmyr's tree, they weren't sure if other people had found it and began to use it, or if it was private, but something about that was comforting. They didn't really need to know, so long as no-one decided to take the targets elsewhere, they didn't mind. Their legs swung absentmindedly, as they reached for another target, salvage sitting in their bag. Which they dropped.
For a moment, they simply shrugged it off, and then they looked to see where it landed --
"Oh! Oh my dearest- That didn't hit you, did it? Tell me, tell me, I am... So sorry... I should be so much less clumsy but this awful, simply awful lighting makes it impossible to really be sure of where even my limbs are, oh you do forgive me, no?"
They dropped the target, controlled and safely, and swung on down, carefully picking their route with a slight apprehension. "You didn't experience death at all, did you? I've heard it's quite awful, then, again, I've heard that you get sucked into a demon-soul and frankly, dear, you look as though no demon shall be sucking your soul into its own, however, I've also heard that assumptions are the route to all evil, and perhaps I assume too much before you speak to me! Which.. Well, guilty! If you aren't dead I will be introducing myself."
Days were regularly busy, so a few moments of solace between appearances was welcome. They ran a hand through their hair, longer, again, not sure if it was purposefully white to pink, or if they were too tired to deal with redying roots. It wasn't too faded, so, maybe, Dhaunmyr would ask Kara, she'd give them whatever opinion they wanted, and that would be satisfactory. Kara -- what was Dhaunmyr going to make for dinner, too quiet to think, but finally it wasn't so loud that they had to grasp at thoughts. They probably had something at home, and whatever that was, if they needed, they could just supplement with -- something. Too many somethings?
They placed a steady hand on the bark, jamming a heel into the grain and pulling themself up, sitting happily on a big enough branch, and started to pull their ammunition from the targets. This was Dhaunmyr's tree, they weren't sure if other people had found it and began to use it, or if it was private, but something about that was comforting. They didn't really need to know, so long as no-one decided to take the targets elsewhere, they didn't mind. Their legs swung absentmindedly, as they reached for another target, salvage sitting in their bag. Which they dropped.
For a moment, they simply shrugged it off, and then they looked to see where it landed --
"Oh! Oh my dearest- That didn't hit you, did it? Tell me, tell me, I am... So sorry... I should be so much less clumsy but this awful, simply awful lighting makes it impossible to really be sure of where even my limbs are, oh you do forgive me, no?"
They dropped the target, controlled and safely, and swung on down, carefully picking their route with a slight apprehension. "You didn't experience death at all, did you? I've heard it's quite awful, then, again, I've heard that you get sucked into a demon-soul and frankly, dear, you look as though no demon shall be sucking your soul into its own, however, I've also heard that assumptions are the route to all evil, and perhaps I assume too much before you speak to me! Which.. Well, guilty! If you aren't dead I will be introducing myself."
