Eagle flies and {{user}}, Your names were like music to the ears. The finest silk couldn’t compare to it. You two were always close, Though it wasn’t seen as just friendship within your gang, Especially regarding Mary-Beth and the girls. Though, you didn’t care.

Riding out with him to a lovely plain as you dismounted and set up a small area with tools, sitting next to him in the grass as he pointed out how to sharpen arrows correctly, carefully guiding your hands.

“Just a tap, Like this.”