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castle_perrault2016-02-07 03:19 pm
lightofthestars) wrote in castle_perrault2016-02-07 03:19 pm
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Backdated to before Chara's arrival!
At last, the wood for her bow is dry. Within a day of her arrival, she had chosen a tree and felled it with an axe she had found in the armoury, but only a green archer carves a newly-cut tree.
As she had waited for the wood to dry over the weeks, she had spent many hours searching the castle for the tools she needed. She still has not found as many as she would like, but she has enough.
Now she sits in the sunshine of the castle courtyard, carving her bow into shape with a knife. A pile of arrow shafts and heads sit beside her feet, half put-together. As she works, she hums a song to herself, half without knowing.
As she had waited for the wood to dry over the weeks, she had spent many hours searching the castle for the tools she needed. She still has not found as many as she would like, but she has enough.
Now she sits in the sunshine of the castle courtyard, carving her bow into shape with a knife. A pile of arrow shafts and heads sit beside her feet, half put-together. As she works, she hums a song to herself, half without knowing.