(closed post) for dahlia

[caniaskyouaqstn]

Will is sitting on the porch, repairing the fletching on some of his arrows, more for something to do than anything else. He's not concentrating very hard on the task. His mind is occupied with other things, like ~evil beings~, dragons, and the general weirdness of this place, and there's no hurry to get the arrows fixed. He's not even trying to

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[awomanthorned]

Luckily for Will, Dahlia is quite close. She approaches the porch from the garden with a few flowers she's taken for a vase.

"Oh, hello," she says with a smile. "It's been awhile - I didn't know you did archery?" She looks down at the arrows.

[caniaskyouaqstn]

"Dahlia," Will says, with a grin, when he sees her. Just the person he needs to talk to.

Will glances down at the arrows when Dahlia looks at them. It takes him a moment to answer the question. It's not one he was expecting, or one he's used to. Back home, everyone knew he did archery.

"I do," he says. Then he gets straight to the point. "I found the magic cabinet."

[awomanthorned]

Dahlia's countenance brightens considerably and all thoughts of archery are gone. "Really?" she asks, trying not to sound overly excited. "Will you show me?"

[caniaskyouaqstn]

Will is still grinning. "Of course." He stands up and brushes some dust off his clothes. "I promised, didn't I?"

Will would NEVER EVER break a promise.