Daine nods gratefully at the suggestion. It's not hard for her to keep the shields up. She's done it plenty of times before. But given how many of the dangers here seem to involve the People, she'd rather stay put until she can listen properly again.
"Probably a good idea," she says, retrieving the bow and brushing the sand off of it. "And I'd best try this out, now that we've got a few minutes." New weapons usually take some getting used to, and she'd rather figure out this one's quirks when they're not in immediate danger.
Getting to her feet, she pulls out an arrow and looks for an appropriate target that isn't too far off. About twenty yards down the beach, there's a palm tree that's ventured far enough from the jungle cover to stand out. That'll do it. Daine retrieves an arrow and sets it to the bow, then slowly draws back the string. It still feels too easy, but what matters most is that it works. She aims carefully - if she misses, better to have it hit the sand then disappear into the greenery - then looses.
The arrow, strange as it is, still flies well enough. It strikes a glancing blow on the trunk of the palm tree, then buries itself in the sand another five yards down the beach. Daine frowns thoughtfully. "My longbow would be better," she says, "but at least it works." She pulls out another arrow and tries again, this time hitting the trunk squarely.
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"Probably a good idea," she says, retrieving the bow and brushing the sand off of it. "And I'd best try this out, now that we've got a few minutes." New weapons usually take some getting used to, and she'd rather figure out this one's quirks when they're not in immediate danger.
Getting to her feet, she pulls out an arrow and looks for an appropriate target that isn't too far off. About twenty yards down the beach, there's a palm tree that's ventured far enough from the jungle cover to stand out. That'll do it. Daine retrieves an arrow and sets it to the bow, then slowly draws back the string. It still feels too easy, but what matters most is that it works. She aims carefully - if she misses, better to have it hit the sand then disappear into the greenery - then looses.
The arrow, strange as it is, still flies well enough. It strikes a glancing blow on the trunk of the palm tree, then buries itself in the sand another five yards down the beach. Daine frowns thoughtfully. "My longbow would be better," she says, "but at least it works." She pulls out another arrow and tries again, this time hitting the trunk squarely.