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[deserved_it]

Twang and zip.

"Blast."

Eustace lowers his bow and eyes the target he's set up. His aim is pulling to the right. He sighs -- it's because he's distracted -- and retrieves his arrows.

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[narnianknight]

"Your aim is wandering."

Rilian's voice is quiet, and he moves out of the shadows; dressed all in black again, he blends easily, perhaps why Eustace didn't notice him until now.

[deserved_it]

He starts, and then nods.

"I noticed."

[narnianknight]

"Distracted, or out of practice?"

Not the latter, he thinks.

He smiles, a little, and asks, "may I join you?"

[deserved_it]

"Distracted, rather."

He nods, and comes closer, offering the bow. "Be my guest."