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[boghadair]

[OOM: I'll be shooting for my own hand!]

And then there's a red-haired girl out by the archery field, confidently sinking arrow after arrow into a painted target.

Careful when you approach her. Those arrows look awfully sharp.

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[death_gone_mad]

Pharoah Amascut is making her way to the Caribbean inlet's beach when she spots the human girl with a mane and archery skills almost as impressive as her own. The sun is nice and warm here, she decides to stay and watch.

Behind Merida, a large beast lounges, a big maned cat the likes of which hasn't haunted Scotland for ages. And of course, she's much larger than a typical Scottish wildcat.

[boghadair]

It's a long time before Merida senses someone - or something - is standing behind her. And when she does...

..No, she has no familiarity with lions - not even the wilds of the forest near her home contain them - and thus she's surprised. But the lioness isn't bigger than the bears she's familiar with, and thus she is less frightened than she might be.

She breathes in and her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't show true fear. "Hmm. How long've you been spying on me?" she wonders.

[death_gone_mad]

The lioness blinks, then asks, "Are you expecting me to answer?"

The strange cat beast speaks, apparently, and with a strangely accented woman's voice, too.

The lioness lowers her eyes and shakes her head, muttering to herself, "I just had to speak up, didn't I?"

"I don't know; I lost track of the time."
She answers looking back up at the young human. "You are a very good archer."

She's surprised that she hasn't been shot, but she still doesn't get up or move.

[boghadair]

There's a blink. "Not until you did," she admits. "I've been practicing...are you always a talking lion?"

She hasn't shot the lioness because she hasn't threatened her. If she were Mordu, if she were giant and fanged and snarling, the story would be different. But for right now, Merida is still, her fingers tense upon her bow.

[death_gone_mad]

"Sometimes I am a talking human," she says with a hint of mischief in her voice.

Maybe the girl will be more comfortable talking to a follow human?

A dark obscuring cloud envelopes the lioness, lengthens vertically, and disippates to reveal a tan-skinned red haired woman dressed in a royal purple full length dress and a crown decorated with a red sun disk and what look like kitty ears. More important, the dress is tailored to let her breathe and move as she wishes and she wields a composite bow with a yew wood core and a quiver on her hip.

She's been called statuesque by her people; well, when they feel like complimenting her, anyhow.

"My name is Amascut," she greets with a slight bow of her head. "May I practice with you?"

[boghadair]

Well, that answers her question.

Again, she doesn't back down - she's visibly awed and shakes slightly but holds her ground. "If you want to," she said. If the woman can shape-shift it's unwise to upset her. She gestures to the spot beside her. "I did want someone to compare myself against."