[He takes the arrow first, examining it and twirling it in his hand with an unnecessary flourish (part habit, part being a playful showoff), then takes the bow. It's heftier than anything he's used to, even the one occasion his grandfather had allowed him to hold Failnaught back at House Riegan.
He nocks the arrow, and aims the bow up, trying to draw back the string... but while there's a little give, there's also way too much resistance for him to be able to pull it back all the way, not to mention his arms just aren't long enough. And while aim isn't important, he won't be able to get the kind of travel distance he needs on the shot.]
W-who was this bow built for, a bear?! [He puffs. It's... a rhetorical question, given she's standing right beside him, but he's definitely sweating while he tries to pull this off.]
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[He takes the arrow first, examining it and twirling it in his hand with an unnecessary flourish (part habit, part being a playful showoff), then takes the bow. It's heftier than anything he's used to, even the one occasion his grandfather had allowed him to hold Failnaught back at House Riegan.
He nocks the arrow, and aims the bow up, trying to draw back the string... but while there's a little give, there's also way too much resistance for him to be able to pull it back all the way, not to mention his arms just aren't long enough. And while aim isn't important, he won't be able to get the kind of travel distance he needs on the shot.]
W-who was this bow built for, a bear?! [He puffs. It's... a rhetorical question, given she's standing right beside him, but he's definitely sweating while he tries to pull this off.]