with apologies for taking so long.The day was cool but clear, the sun shining brightly in the sky as it stood in it's noon position, lower than it had been in the sky than in previous months, but high enough to provide bright sunshine and warmth to the lands. The sky itself was a clear, unblemished blue, a remarkable feat for the October day, usually at this time of year the sky was filled with clouds, but today it seemed that the sky wanted one more attempt at being bright and cheerful as it had been in the summer months. The grass was dying back in preperation for winter, the longer stems turning brown, the only bright vibrant greens coming from the shorter grasses. All around the trees were beginning to lose their leaves, the ones that remained were still holding steadfastly to the trees but were beginning to turn from their green shades into vibrant reds and yellows. Here and there small animals were darting about, collecting what food they could for the winter months, the squirrels in particular were busy with work, leaping from branch to branch with nuts and berries in their mouths, moving to the ground only to bury their gatherings. Robin herself was sat in the middle of a clearing; her blue eyes focused on the brand new bow, her new treasure that her great grandmother had given her only the day before, she had also brought her a book on arrow making and her siblings some presents. The patchwork girl's ochre father seemed wary of his grandmother, but Robin could not see why, she could only see her as a kindly wolf now, a thoughtful soul who had brought her such a wonderful present. The sable female had made the bow herself, it was a fairly basic bow, but the wood itself was carved with magnificent patterns, curls that wandered here and there, Robin's name was carved into it, it was a marvelous thing. The small female was delighted by it, she could not help but turn it this way and that in her hands, entirely enraptured by it. Her great grandmother had made it after reading a book on the subject she had said, she had selected a good wood that seemed just pliant enough to be used as bow material, but she said that she could not guarantee how well it would fire, it was a first attempt after all.
For so long the little patchwork girl had been longing for a bow, she wanted to be just like her hero, Robin Hood, she had read all of the stories of him countless times, the human who had lived so long ago, who had robbed from the rich to give to the poor and who had defeated the evil sheriff, rescued maid Marian and brought peace back to the lands. He was a true hero, he had protected those who could not protect themselves, Robin wanted to be just like him and her Daddy, in her eyes they were both great men, they both protected the lands and were noble and brave, she wanted to emulate her role models, she wanted to be an adventurer and an explorer, to rescue damsels in distress, most likely to be her sister, Felicity. Her younger sister was indeed a princess, she had always been a girly girl, Robin and Linden (her brother) sharing more in common than herself and her sister, Robin was a tom boy through and through, she enjoyed being a little scruffy, she was always playing rough and tumble games and in her imaginary tales, she was always the brave hero, when her and her siblings played out games she was always Robin Hood, Felicity was always the damsel in distress and Linden, despite much protesting about wanting to be the hero as he was the boy, was always the sidekick to Robin's hero. But to be a hero she would have to work out how to use the bow that she was holding. The little female pulled on the bow string, finding it pleasing that it did not require too much effort, the wood bent gently to provide just enough resistance, the little female smiled, now if only she had some arrows, she had come out here to practice where there was no risk of hitting anyone, but had failed to bring any arrows with her, her great grandmother had not made her any, instead giving her a book on how to make them, Robin did not know this, but Soran's theory was that if she were truly serious then she would make her own, however if it was a fleeting idea, a fad, then the bow would become a wonderful decoration for the home, she did not know that Robin had been asking for a bow for as long as she could sleep, how could she not after being lulled to sleep night after night with stories from the Robin Hood tales? The small female released the bow string carefully as not to damage the bow, holding the string and closing the two together again, she did not want to destroy her newest beloved thing. To the far side of the clearing, Scarlett, named after Will Scarlett, Robin Hood's companion and friend, rested. She was Robin's closest companion, a pale butter cream coloured mare with a white mane and tail, today the large mare was sporting a red head collar and a quizzical look as she watched the patchwork Squire reading the book on how to make arrows, it was resting on the ground and she was holding the pages open between her left leg and her left hand, the bow resting across her lap, her right hand clasped around it. Robin crinkled her nose at the book, it seemed she needed some straight sticks and feathers and sharp flint to make these arrows, oh if only there was someone around who already had arrows and would give her a lesson in how to fire her bow!
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