A Shot Is More Than Brandy [open]

[Anjette]

Thud.

Over and over, Anjette heard that sound as her arrows met the target at the opposite end of the archery range. Not that it was her best skill, but archery was required for the Riders, and was the most commonly used method of weaponry. For this reason, Anjette practiced a lot.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Smiling, Anjette looked down to see that her quiver was empty. Now to see how many targets she had hit, and how centeredly. She trotted down to the targets, first checking to make sure no one else was around and about to shoot. That was the most dangerous thing about archery- you always had to make sure you weren't in the path of someone else's arrow, be they ally or enemy.

"Hmm.....six out of six in th'target, not a one anywhere near th'center," Anjette said to herself unhappily. Most of the younger Rider trainees would've been glad to get a full quiver in the target, but they weren't the ones having to shoot things every other day to keep from getting killed. One misshot could lose you your life.

Turning her back on her arrows and target, Anjette took a seat on the ground, with one arrow in her hand that she'd just tugged from it's mark. "Help me," she called mockingly, not at all serious. She held the arrow to her chest as if it were buried there, and she were dying. "Please, someone, I'm shot- help!" Anyone who heard her wouldn't panic, it sounded much to mocking. It was obviously a joke. But would someone even hear her? It was a freexing cold winter day, and no one in their right minds was outside. That's not to say Anjette was in hers.

[Wayne]

"Help me. Please, someone, I'm shot - help!"

Someone needed help? Meredith's head quickly reacted to the cry for help. Her reflexes and instincts when it came to helping someone out were honed until they were super sharp, just like her brother's. The voice sounded as if it were half joking, but Meredith ignored it. Someone need help now. The nobles of Meredith's Peak were apparently quite chivalrous in their deeds and took things way too seriously.

"Oh, dear.... What's wrong?" Meredith tried hard to keep herself calm despite the disaster that faced her, and she reached for her pale blue Gift. She rushed over and began probing with her Gift for any "disturbances" in the woman's body. Shockingly, she found none and slowed her pace. Meredith stopped next to the woman on the archery lawns and asked quizzically, "You... don't need help?"

The wind picked up just then and ruffled her long hair and white robes. She was dressed simply in a set of white robes and cloak, with a blue badge on the front in honor of the Goddess. A dagger was kept hidden within her robes, just in case she ran into trouble. Of course, it was her brother who had insisted that she carry the dagger around. He just didn't seem to understand that Meredith had the Gift and could protect herself without weaponry. Then again, Wayne didn't have the Gift and couldn't possibly understand.

Immediately forgetting that the person in front of her had just played a trick on her, Meredith asked again, "You arch?" She grimaced. She was spending a bit too much time near the commoners and had managed to pick up some of their speech. She was supposed to be a divine priestess, for goodness's sake! "I mean, you practice archery?"

[Anjette]

Anjette stopped playing around at the sound of a voice. Apparently, someone had heard her, and they truly thought she needed help! Before Anjette had a chance to get up and say she wa sorry for the base trickery, she felt a tingling sensation run through her body, and then it disappeared in an instant.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said to the woman looking down at her. "I didn't mean for anyone to hear me, I thought I was alone out here." Anjette scrambled to her feet, wincing slightly at a cramp in her leg. Sigh....That's what she got for lying still for too long.

Anjette smoothed the simplistic shirt and breeches she wore, the basic uniform of the Riders. When she looked presentable, Anjette held out a hand to this new woman. "I'm Anjette Ruins, Queen's Rider. And you are?"

[Wayne]

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for anyone to hear me, I thought I was alone out here."

"Apology accepted," Meredith replied with a shrug. True, it was major pain when someone faked trouble, but Meredith could manage to see everything in a good light and stayed firmly convinced that Anjette meant no harm. To her, people were noble and good, and that was that.

"I'm Anjette Ruins, Queen's Rider. And you are?"

"Meredith of Meredith's Peak. I'm a priestess, working in the great temple for the Mother Goddess down in the city. I also serve as a healer for the nobles who are residing in the palace right now." She took a seat on the grass next to Anjette, for once not minding the fact that her robes would get dirty.

"You've probably never seen me around before. I used to stay at Meredith's Peak, but I came on my brother's wishes. It was a merry reunion, but I suspect he had another reason for bringing me to Corus; he's so paranoid and probably dragged me here to keep me safe. Why can't he understand that I can amply defend myself? I love him too much to lash out at him though."

Meredith ended up in a sulky mood after saying all of that, despite her principles of staying cheerful. The wind sent ripples through her hair again, and she apparently remembered that she had company and plastered a smile on her face. With a wave of her hand, she finally said, "I'm sorry for my ranting. Got a bit carried away there. Anyways, how good of a shot are you?"

Meredith was trying her best to keep Anjette interested, since boring conversation's were really, well..., boring.