unequiivocal .
The girth of her weapon caused strain in her small hands. It wasn’t something she was use to, especially considering how she handled a bow quite well. There was much care for her weapons, seeing as she nearly always carried it along with her. The archer thought it was the make of the weapon and that it belong’d to the city itself that made it strange within her hands. With her fingers trailing along the thin string that held onto either end, a single finger would stop mid way hooking itself around it’s thin figure to tug upon it. She stretched it out several times, getting use to the coil it had when she played with it. Noting that the weapon would not give her much distance to work with but at least it would do for the time being. A thought played at her mind, where upon she lowered her weapon to her side gathering a arrow in the other. Once again she played with the string that held her bow together, but this time with an arrow at the ready. Seeing as she was in a dormant place for the most part she hadn’t suspected that anyone would sneak up on her within the woodsy district. The arrow release’s from her own hold and to her surprise nearly cuts short of slamming it’s point right through the figures head. Immediately, she jumps and squeaks loudly nearly tripping over herself attempting to blow over several apologizes.
❝I am so sorry! I am so-so-so-so terribly s-sorry! Sir are you okay?!❞
