Fore had watched the motorcycle, and she admitted, she was rather
impressed. She had no taste for vehicles, or unnatural things in
general, but the motorcycle was... fascinating. She stepped back
from the group, adjusting her bow on her back. She took it off,
drawing a feathered arrow from a plain leather quiver on her back,
and with almost Elven Warrior grace shot it at the far side of the
tent, hitting the centre of a lantern with a dull
thud. The
arrow had set on fire whilst it was soaring through the air,
apparently through magic, and therefore had lit the lantern. She
put her bow on her back and returned to the group, her arms crossed
in front of her.
You told me to buy a pony
But all I wanted was you.