He looks around, focusing on the trees, until he sees a few round little
shapes huddled together - pheasant? Partridge? He's never been good at
telling them apart.
"There," he murmurs, then takes aim and looses the arrow. It's not the
cleanest kill - the shaft skims a branch on the way there, and the illusory
bird is fluttering wildly all the way down - but it's definitely not
getting back up again.
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Date: 2024-12-25 11:32 am (UTC)"Oh, is that all?"
He looks around, focusing on the trees, until he sees a few round little shapes huddled together - pheasant? Partridge? He's never been good at telling them apart.
"There," he murmurs, then takes aim and looses the arrow. It's not the cleanest kill - the shaft skims a branch on the way there, and the illusory bird is fluttering wildly all the way down - but it's definitely not getting back up again.