[That? Makes her snort. It's all but a real, proper bark of laughter as she drops her attention to the arrow pinched between two fingers, studiously winding the thread over and over--]
Hardly. She'd have to admit I make mine better first.
[Debatable at best. Sera was natural with a bow where at her most basic, Maren was all technicalities wrapped in automated determination. Different schools, same weapon and their was no denying that their bolts largrly both flew true. But her arrows are rather pretty--]
But if you've something you'd like me to deliver on your behald, I could probably manage to play messenger once or twice.
[Her tone is neutral enough, though the sidelong glance she throws in his direction betrays the slyness underlying it. Two maximum, ser. Which, by her estimation and how he leans across any set of likely shoulders, wouldn't exactly make much of a dent in his prospective stack of love letters.]
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Hardly. She'd have to admit I make mine better first.
[Debatable at best. Sera was natural with a bow where at her most basic, Maren was all technicalities wrapped in automated determination. Different schools, same weapon and their was no denying that their bolts largrly both flew true. But her arrows are rather pretty--]
But if you've something you'd like me to deliver on your behald, I could probably manage to play messenger once or twice.
[Her tone is neutral enough, though the sidelong glance she throws in his direction betrays the slyness underlying it. Two maximum, ser. Which, by her estimation and how he leans across any set of likely shoulders, wouldn't exactly make much of a dent in his prospective stack of love letters.]