[ It's the same gun she usually held in her hands, but it still feels strange to think of it as she does -- Something she doesn't seem to need to reload, ever. It cuts off half the work, but it still need adjusting around long-stilled muscle memory.
(Nevermind shooting had always been her stress relief).
When she decided it was enough for the day, the woman had replaced it in her holster and started to gather her things, when someone approached. She glanced up and over -- She'd seen (talked?) a few times now to him after all.
It's pleasantries all the same, but she remarked in kind: ]
You're not a bad shot yourself. Are bows the only thing you use? [ Probably she imagined, unless he had something from home like herself bows were what was used here-- but it's small talk at the end of the day. ]
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(Nevermind shooting had always been her stress relief).
When she decided it was enough for the day, the woman had replaced it in her holster and started to gather her things, when someone approached. She glanced up and over -- She'd seen (talked?) a few times now to him after all.
It's pleasantries all the same, but she remarked in kind: ]
You're not a bad shot yourself. Are bows the only thing you use? [ Probably she imagined, unless he had something from home like herself bows were what was used here-- but it's small talk at the end of the day. ]