He has a point. Maybe. A very small point, if she absolutely has to admit it.
There's a frown on her lips as she stares him down, her shoulders tense and her fingers a little numb from gripping her arrow so hard. Pointing her arrow at him doesn't seem to be getting any answers, so...
Slowly she eases the radiant bowstring back into it's resting position. The arrow in her finger tips glistens for a moment and then dissolves into light. The rest of the bow doesn't follow suit, but it's a start.
"There. I'm not aiming it at you anymore." Not that she wouldn't recreate that arrow and fire it in a split second if she really needed it. But she insists on his information anyway. "It's my business because it's my name. I want to know."
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There's a frown on her lips as she stares him down, her shoulders tense and her fingers a little numb from gripping her arrow so hard. Pointing her arrow at him doesn't seem to be getting any answers, so...
Slowly she eases the radiant bowstring back into it's resting position. The arrow in her finger tips glistens for a moment and then dissolves into light. The rest of the bow doesn't follow suit, but it's a start.
"There. I'm not aiming it at you anymore." Not that she wouldn't recreate that arrow and fire it in a split second if she really needed it. But she insists on his information anyway. "It's my business because it's my name. I want to know."