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[called_lioness]

She's left him a note, because sometimes it's easier to track her family down that way, and she's practicing her archery--because there's no reason not to, and it requires just enough of her brain to keep her from daydreaming too much right now--while she waits for him to arrive.

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[deserved_it]

At some point, when she's between shots, a voice comments from behind, "Do you know, I don't know that I've ever seen you do much archery."

[called_lioness]

She glances at him over her shoulder and smiles, setting the bow down.

"I did it quite a bit. I used to ride with the archers. Never as much as Susan, mind you, but--quite a bit. It's not my weapon of choice, though."

[deserved_it]

"Really?"

He wanders closer, nodding to the bow. "Could I?"

[called_lioness]

"Truly. It drove more than one person mad with annoyance. Not very queenly behaviour," she laughs, and shrugs, offering it to him. "Please do."