I shot Sir Telemachus in the kneecap with an arrow last night. Okay, both kneecaps."Oh my, that's not very sporting of you Miss Laval!" you might be thinking, but a-ha! He was asking for it! Really. He did. What brought about my armed bit o' spite? He's quite good and felled me a little too casually--twice.
We are friends, and I had given him a rather nice gift (ask him to show you). In exchange, he gave me a Gorean bow set and taught me how to use it. The two of us were running amok in Loch Avie during my lesson. I do believe wearing a red bustle dress made me a rather easy target. At least I took off the feathered hat! For all of you who might think it's not very ladylike, I seem to be following in the footsteps of quite a long line of women who know their way around a weapon.Besides, I'm beginning to believe that I'm not the only Caledonian woman who owns at least one (my current count: 2 Ordinal pistols, 1 Ordinal knife-pistol, 1 dagger, 1 Gorean bow set, and I see an Ordinal stiletto in my future). Not to worry though...trust me, I'm not a violent type at all and temper aside, I'm normally of a charmingly peaceful disposition.
...Until provoked, lol.
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Oh dear, I do hope that wasn't in part because I was distracting the poor man via the aether...
Still, as long as you rubbed him down gently afterwards and put ointment on, I'm sure he'll be fine. He is a strapping lad after all.
Fuschia Begonia
That he is (sighs dreamily). LOL.
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