Ariadne eyed him over her plum as she took another bite, trying her damndest not to be embarrassed. Somehow, she managed to regain her royal arrogance- though much less than usual. "We do." She said simply, dipping her head in a nod. "Would you like to go shooting?" She asked, tilting her head and cocking a brow as she took another bite. As embarrassing as the process was, she did love plums, and the taste was almost enough to make the action worth it.

Tadhg smiled, rather excited to play with his bow and arrows. And curious of her ability no less. "Yes, I would like to." He confirmed, his hands coming out from behind his back as he started walking backwards. Waiting for her to follow or lead, he picked up his nearby items. He glanced tobher, continuing to enjoy the struggle she bit into the juicy fruit with.

Ariadne watched him quietly as he backed off, blinking a few times. "Shooting it is then." She murmured quietly, looking over the fruit in her hand and taking another bite. She followed him quietly, leading the way as he took up his equipment. "Do you bring those with you everywhere or is it only when you think you'll get to a range?" She asked quietly, rolling her shoulders a little.

Tadhg stalked at her side, adjusting the strap. "Everywhere. I brought them last time too. You did not see, did you?" He cocked an eyebrow. "I do not always use it for fun." The bow switched hands like a fidgeting tic, possibly excited. Looking forward to seeing her shoot. Obviously she should be pretty good if she has a shooting range.

"I didn't, no. Then again, I wasn't paying much attention to your luggage." Ariadne shrugged, continuing lightly down the path. They broke free of the gardens, and she tossed the seed of her plum into a nearby compost bin, blowing out a small breath as they made their way toward the tamer woods to the left of the estate. "That's a shame. At least you know you can handle yourself." She shrugged, getting on the downward side of a rolling hill and making her way into a small, almost hidden forest trail. It was smooth and neat, obviously kept, unlike the other areas of the forest.

Tadhg seemed pleased that he'd gone under her radar so easily. A childish sense of competition grasping at him. Finding it hard to control when he remembered who he hid it from.

"Depends on what you mean by shame." He commented lightly. His lifestyle somewhat required the use. He took in some air, glancing around the freshly trimmed area. Open and roomy, he liked it.

"Give it whatever meaning you prefer, and I still believe my meaning will come across." Ariadne shrugged, taking in a deep breath. It was a short walk before they emerged in a medium sized, circular clearing. There were targets to the right edge, and an organized set of dummies and various weapons in another corner. It was simple, and a multipurpose training area, at that. Still, the weapons off to the side on a rack were in lovely shape, including a dark, medium sized bow and multiple quivers of arrows.

Im 90% sure it was unintentional on your part that he saw it and you made it really far away and really hard to see but it makes sense because he has them good eyeballs and can see sssso far))

The elf eyed his competit- I mean companion, still unclear. He wondered increasingly often if she knew how little he felt he knew about this language. His verbal communication could use work.

His vision swerved when the whole arrangement of weaponry showed itself. Pleasantly surprised at the diversity. Taking off the quiver, he brought out a slab of leather that he wrapped around his right forearm while he waited for Adne to be situated.

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I know now))

Adne made her way to the weapons rack and picked up one of three bows. It had what seemed to be unfinished whittled patterns carved into the curve. She took up a quiver, not bothering with an arm-guard. She walked back to his side, across the arena from the targets. "Take the first shot." She nodded simply.

As she strode back toward Tadhg, he gazed over her bow. Quite the beauty. "Nice bow." He said off-handedly. It differed from his bow, which was a plain-looking longbow. Other than the handle and the guards being slightly detailed, more or less a strip of wood he found on the ground.

He picked up an arrow out of the quiver leaned against this leg. He'd decided to go for the second closest one, because the closest was too close. He pulled the string back, nocking the arrow like second nature and let go. Looked like a bullseye to him.