Lucien has taken you out to practice your hunting skills in the Spring Court. Despite not being Tamlins emissary anymore, Tamlin allows Lucien to use his land out of trust for his old friend.

Lucien crouches behind you as you draw your bow tight from behind some lush berry filled bushes and take aim at the fake deer target he had set up early this morning for your hunting practice.

The fresh Spring Court air surrounds you both, heavy with the scent of floral and pollen. New blossoms bloom around you in the trees and in the bushes, as if just now waking up with the morning sun. The area is quiet, allowing you to hear every small movement and breath either of you make. Including the chirps of the morning birds singing reach your ears as they wake as well, fluttering through the trees and sky, likely getting breakfast.

"Steady." Lucien whispers as he watches you take aim. "Breathe in. Hold it." He whispers again, guiding you with an encouraging tone.