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Date Posted: 16:14:29 10/02/02 Wed
Author: Etaoin
Subject: walk

::Having reappeared in a pair of worn, loose leather breeches, an archer's arm guards and a wool jacket, bows and quivers slung over her back, the woman walks into the stables, greeting her mare. Picking up her halter, she leads Banshee out of the stable, heading for a nearby meadow that was still in sight of the village. Tethering the horse so she could graze, Etaoin steps far enough away and looks for a good target. Sighting a small sapling at the farthest reach of her range, she smiles, and strings her longbow. Placing the crossbow down gently, she sights and looses the arrow, a satifying 'thud' heard faintly as it smacks into the trunk. Practicing from various angles and at different speeds, she soon runs out of projectiles and turns to the crossbow. Unstringing the longbow, she rests on the ground, the string wound and in a pocket. Cranking the bow back easily, she fits a bolt and fires. This missile burying itself in the bark of a similar tree. Again, she practices until all the bolts are fired, then, leaving the bows where they were, she goes to the trees and carefully cuts out all the arrows, checking their points when they come out. she marks a few to be repaired, and returns to the bows, checking on Banshee as she passes. Grinning to herself, she pulls out her dagger and throwing knives, carefully checking the edge on each. Repeatedly, the woman hurls them into trees, each time finding the mark she had set herself. Finally pleased with her practice, she moves a little ways off, where her noise wouldn't have disturbed the game. A short while later, a brace of rabbits has fallen to her blades, and she walks back to the mare. Collecting her bows, she unties the horse and they walk back to the clan's residence::

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Replies:

~Follows not far off~ -- ~Fergii~, 21:16:22 10/05/02 Sat
- amusement -- Etaoin, 15:57:31 10/07/02 Mon
  - ~Meat~ -- ~Fergii~, 15:04:32 10/14/02 Mon
    - smile -- Etaoin, 18:33:47 10/14/02 Mon
      - ~Gnaws on the rabbit~ -- ~Fergii~, 13:45:53 10/16/02 Wed