Alec looked back at his bow and then back at her. He thought, briefly, about taking his bow off and bringing it closer, letting her look at it but he didn't. The bow was Marked, runes drawn intricately all up and down the dark wood that made up the upper and lower limbs.
Alec would have it no other way either. His bow was an extension of himself, something that he'd honed and practiced at for hours. He'd notched and shot arrows until his fingers bled, he could shoot targets half a block away with his eyes closed and he never felt more comfortable in a battle than when his bow was in his hands and an arrow was flying.
"How?" Alec asked, letting himself be curious about the differences in his bow and the bows she knew. Weaponry was a safe subject, a subject that he was both interested in and willing to open up somewhat about.
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Alec would have it no other way either. His bow was an extension of himself, something that he'd honed and practiced at for hours. He'd notched and shot arrows until his fingers bled, he could shoot targets half a block away with his eyes closed and he never felt more comfortable in a battle than when his bow was in his hands and an arrow was flying.
"How?" Alec asked, letting himself be curious about the differences in his bow and the bows she knew. Weaponry was a safe subject, a subject that he was both interested in and willing to open up somewhat about.