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 Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:18 pm
Heather watched intently as Roto crafted the arrow. She mentally took notes in her head.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:18 pm
She made the motion of pulling out an arrow and stringing it up, launching it with a "twang". Instead of an arrow, her staff shot out and swung back around like a boomerang. "I doubt they're of good quality Roto. What kind of man focuses on arrows when he can be looking at the girls?" She pursed her lip slightly while her staff went back into the sheath.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:20 pm
Roto looked up at Clare. "I'm the kind of man that focuses more on craftsmen ship then women of course." He cut himself with his knife by accident.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:21 pm
Clare smirked, walking away from. "Told you."
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:21 pm
"Hey, are you ok?" Heather asked Roto when he cut himself. "You should bandage it...but clean it first. I can help if you want." She offered.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:24 pm
Roto studied it quickly. "It's ok. Just a small cut, I've had worse." He continued to cut away at the wood until it was crafted into a thin rod that was strong and flexible. "Now I need some stones..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:24 pm
"If it gets infected we can cut it off!" Clare giggled, pulling out a knife, letting it catch the morning rays. She sighed, leaning against a tree and slumping against it .
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:26 pm
Roto sat back down after finding some rocks and began to chisel away at them, forming a sharp point on the stronger one.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:26 pm
Heather said. "Really, don't get mad if it gets infected."
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:27 pm
Clare started to fall asleep against the tree, her hair coming loose from her braid.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:29 pm
Heather slumped next to Clare. She was also starting to fall asleep. Her hair wrapped around her waist, and almost glittered in the light of the morning. Her eyes slowly started drooping.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:30 pm
"Meh, it'll be fine." He finished shaping the rock and attached it to the rod. He handed the finished product to Heather. "One arrow, made and ready to use, madame." he said with a short bow.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:31 pm
Clare stared at the arrow, and had to admit that it was nicely done. She stood and stretched, not wanting to fall asleep here.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:31 pm
Heather laughed and took the arrow. "Thank you sir." She sat against the tree, examining the arrow. It was pretty good. "Not bad..." She commented. Then she fell back against the tree again and took in a deep breath.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:34 pm
"I like to take pride in my work." He heard his stomach growl. "I could go for some fresh Lon Lon Milk right now..."
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