Late on Eresday morning Elise sat on the steps of the guild hall’s front porch with a rag in hand, rubbing her longbow down with oil, hoping Astredian was running just a tad late. Beside her, Hissabelle lay belly up, whiskers twitching in the light breeze.
The red ranger had already given her bow a reasonably good cleaning, and smiled a little at the way the oil brought out the grain of the wood. It was a simple bow - a starter weapon that had been upgraded enough that it now counted as a rare piece of gear. She had grown attached to it, but knew that it would eventually have to be replaced. For now she was content to give it the love and care it deserved until the time came for it to be retired.
Even if she wasn’t precious about getting dirty herself, Elise made a concerted effort to ke
