"Only to destroy the evidence maybe," Abelath replied as he reached out to boyishly push away the offered mushroom. But there's a hint of a smile, albeit a wry and slightly despairing one; for all his dramatic theatrical annoyance he can't begrudge Gavin his prize. His victory mushroom.
No longer caring about stealth Abelath all but stomped the short distance to where his arrow stuck out of a mighty tree trunk at a very neat 90 degrees.
"Besides, judging by the luck I've had today I think the damn thing will end up poisonous as soon as I take a bite..."
Yanking the arrow from the trunk, he inspected the length with a sigh as if the reason for his dismal shooting was all down to a faulty arrow. Sadly, the arrow was perfect.
"I think it's all on you to get us something decent to bring home," he sighed after a moment. "No pressure, friend."
"We can just grab some berries," Gavin said, walking after him. "You can
blame it on me. The Keeper thinks I'm an idiot anyway." He leaned up behind
him, grinning.
"Or I can help you with your shots, if you want," he teased.
"Not an option," is the darkly severe reply, but to which comment Abelath leaves it completely up to interpretation. Really, the answer applies to both: there is no way his considerable pride will let him, a very fine hunter (normally), return to their people with a handful of berries to show for their hunt, neither will he bear the indignity of being shown how to shoot like a child with their first bow.
He raises an eyebrow and firmly levels the arrow at Gavin, pointing at his chest.
"And don't say that! The Keeper thinks no such thing."
A pause, then he adds with fond - and very obvious - amusement:
That made him laugh, full and hearty, and he notched another arrow.
"Alright, alright. Come on. There's a hill near here that I saw a few rams
grazing on the other day - they're a little easier of a shot, and you can
reclaim your dignity," the last was said with that loving teasing still,
before he started to scuffle down the rock to the forest floor.
The mention of ram instantly conjures up thoughts of a wild mutton stew, something that Abelath knows would go down far better with the clan than a handful of berries and one measly mushroom. Happily he follows Gavin's path down the stone face with steps far lighter than one would suppose for an elf so uncharacteristically tall and broadly built. He hefts the heavy longbow over one shoulder and falls in to step beside his fellow archer.
"Have you heard? They say there's a possessed ram around here. With a demon inside it, apparently."
Abelath laughs briefly, wholly unconcerned but deeply amused by the idea.
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No longer caring about stealth Abelath all but stomped the short distance to where his arrow stuck out of a mighty tree trunk at a very neat 90 degrees.
"Besides, judging by the luck I've had today I think the damn thing will end up poisonous as soon as I take a bite..."
Yanking the arrow from the trunk, he inspected the length with a sigh as if the reason for his dismal shooting was all down to a faulty arrow. Sadly, the arrow was perfect.
"I think it's all on you to get us something decent to bring home," he sighed after a moment. "No pressure, friend."
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"We can just grab some berries," Gavin said, walking after him. "You can blame it on me. The Keeper thinks I'm an idiot anyway." He leaned up behind him, grinning.
"Or I can help you with your shots, if you want," he teased.
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He raises an eyebrow and firmly levels the arrow at Gavin, pointing at his chest.
"And don't say that! The Keeper thinks no such thing."
A pause, then he adds with fond - and very obvious - amusement:
"The Keeper knows you're an idiot."
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That made him laugh, full and hearty, and he notched another arrow.
"Alright, alright. Come on. There's a hill near here that I saw a few rams grazing on the other day - they're a little easier of a shot, and you can reclaim your dignity," the last was said with that loving teasing still, before he started to scuffle down the rock to the forest floor.
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"Have you heard? They say there's a possessed ram around here. With a demon inside it, apparently."
Abelath laughs briefly, wholly unconcerned but deeply amused by the idea.
"Let's avoid that one, shall we?"