(It's early Saturday morning when Claude takes to the woods armed with silver bow and knife that he's ~borrowed~ from the kitchen.
After some foraging, he settles on a branch that he thinks will work fine for what he needs and he sets to work carving it. The semi-end result is something like a crude arrow. Is it his best work? No. Will it do the job? Maybe. Right now, he's sort of just tossing it in his hand, giving it a twirl every now and then to get a feel for the weight and balance.
Archer doesn't know if he's been noticed yet, but he's settled under a large tree, still half-hidden in the morning shadows before the sun fully rises. What a coincidence that he also have a knife in his possession, slowly but meticulously cutting into a narrow strip of wood that will eventually be whittled into an arrow -- enough to join the other three spread out before him on the ground.]
What will be your target this early morning, Claude?
( Rise with the sun, fall with the sun! And has he noticed he wasn't alone? Who knows. He didn't appear to react to much before and even now, there's really no sign of surprise or being caught off guard.
He gives the arrow a twirl and catches it, tapping it against his shoulder, )
( He's got a few more final touches to make so just give him a second to really take care of that, )
That's real generous of you, assuming you're willing to share. ( Did he understand that right? ) Can you believe this place? They gave me my bow but not a single arrow.
( He's picking up his bow now and making his way over towards the edge to tap at the barrier... and taking a few measured paces back. )
Well, I can't complain. I'd rather make an arrow than a bow.
( Speaking from experience. Anyway!! You watching Chiron??? )
(He rolls his shoulders, doing a quick stretch before he nocks his arrow, arching his back to aim for the sky instead of straight ahead and draws his string back far. His stance is good! Confident and effortless like someone who's been doing this for quite some time.
And he releases his arrow. The angle is so steep, it's practically a straight shot but it starts to curve until... it hits the barrier and comes tumbling straight down into the ground not too far from where they are.
Straightening his back, he lowers his bow to his side and rests a hand on his hip, finger tapping thoughtfully. It looks like the barrier does more than just go lengthwise.
Being about what Archer expected, he doesn't respond as that arrow comes tumbling back to the ground. His fourth arrow is finished, though, straight and even from an hour of meticulous work, so he leans forward and lines it up with the others before addressing the youth again]
And? What shall you do now, having discovered the barrier surrounds us so thoroughly?
[it's just curiosity on his part. That Claude chose to test this so early in the morning tends to be a sign of tenacity, and he can't help but wonder how far it goes]
To be fair, even if it were possible, I don't think I can climb that high.
(He's taking this in stride! And also going to retrieve his arrow. It's no where near as refined as Chiron's but it had done the job and it's nothing Claude can't work on more later.)
I get the feeling digging would just yield the same results. (A beat,) And be a lot more work.
An explosion, maybe? Though, this barrier seems to be more magical than physical... Maybe the ones behind all of this will reveal themselves and we can work something out.
I examined what I could of the barrier yesterday, and indeed, there weren't any imperfections for me to exploit.
[a roundabout way of saying he agrees; an explosion would probably not put a dent in it.]
It's as you've said -- we'll likely have to wait for our captors to come to us. Bedding and resources have been provided, so my assumption is we're meant to be kept alive for the time being.
[which isn't exactly ideal, being forced on someone else's schedule for who knows how long. But that's why he finds solace in being prepared, and after a more thorough examination of his arrows, places them in one of the longer baskets.]
It's the descent that's difficult for me. Centaurs aren't known for their ability to walk down stairs.
[which is more amusing to him than a deterrent. If he'd really wanted to, he probably could have found a way, but why bother when there's a perfectly good forest to occupy? Though:]
If my bow is here and I hadn't realized, I might regret my lack of initiative. It'd save me time from having to make a new one.
I'd like to see how many you can make until I get back.
(Glancing at the arrows he's currently made. He's making a note of how many sees!)
Alright, I'll be back.
(And off he goes! At least now he knows how to get into the rooms so it doesn't take long... but he also really isn't in a rush. It's heavy and he's doing a favor? He can take his time for a little while! Do some stretches before taking it. Enjoy the sights! Marvel how impressively huge this dang bow is... take a break part way through. Honestly, it's not too difficult. He's definitely worked harder before but this isn't exactly easy either.
After a fair bit of time has passed, he comes back, lugging this big ol' bow.)
[His eyes draw up at Claud's approach, eyes practically sparkling with approval. Immediately setting his tools aside -- he got through about three more arrows -- Chiron stands to his feet starting from his hind legs, pushing himself off the ground with the effort.
And then he takes the bow by the middle like it's a golden twig. Centaurs are jacked (or at least this one is).]
You've got that right. (What? Did you expect him to say it was no big deal? Have you seen the size of this thing!? It's definitely a big deal. Literally.) Actually... seeing how I've done you a pretty big favor and all, I wouldn't mind a little something in return...
[So yeah... the centaur is not particularly easy to bully. Though he does look amused that Claude has the nerve, and his features slide into a slight grin while he trots back to his original spot by tree, grabbing one of his arrows.]
(Don't let anyone tell you Claude isn't bold! He's pretty shameless about asking, keeping his head up and his back straight like some guy he's definitely ready to make a deal,)
An archer isn't much without his bow and arrows. I have my bow and it's not that I can't make more arrows... but I figure if I can save myself the trouble, it doesn't hurt to ask.
(He's making his shot,)
I see you've made a few more while I was gone. It's a fair deal, don't you think? Your time for my time.
[And then without pause, Chiron... points to a tree that's nearby, closest to the riverbeds.]
If you can shoot one of my arrows through a single leaf of that tree. Your previous shot was permissible, but I've no interest in handing over my gifts to brazen youths who cannot back up their efforts.
[He says all this smiling, not particularly goading but his eyes still bright with interest, head tilted slightly]
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