"I can't say you'd learn much from me, but if you like I'll surely give it a try," she admitted, eyes crinkling with a little grin as she watched him proceed to string his massive longbow.
He made it look effortless the way he bent the limbs with the muscles in his shoulders and legs. His words of understanding encouragement had her practically glowing, and it was impossible not to be ready and eager.
"You know, I just realized something," she pondered aloud, giving him an appraising look. "You're going to make a fine Knight one day."
The naked honesty in her warm tone was probably a little too personal, but she meant every word. So much so that it wasn't even a compliment; it was just a fact to her. When Marrick took his stance and lined up his first shot, Katelyn fell silent and watched him intent. She was careful to observe how his feet were positioned, the way his arms and shoulders bent as he pulled the string back, and the way he held both the bow and the arrow. It looked simple enough, but she doubted that was really the case.
The bowstring hummed as the Squire released, sending the deadly projectile sailing away toward the target. Kat shielded her eyes from the sun and squinted, searching when she heard the thud of it finding home. It had hit, but off to the side. Still, it was impressive to one such as herself who'd never shot a bow before. The redhead spun on Marrick with an excited smile, beaming at the success of his first shot.
"But you still hit it!" she exclaimed happily, undeterred by his the apparent inaccuracy. "I don't see how that doesn't make you a good shot. It sets you apart from people like me, at least. I probably couldn't hit a house five yards in front of me," she joked, but quickly sobered when the subject turned back to the last time they'd been in each other's company.
Katelyn's eyes flicked back to his arm before he procured several different arrows. For some reason the sight of the deadly arrowheads made her stomach churn. Possibly because of the subject matter. She wondered which one Marrick had been shot with that day, but he quickly pointed it out and answered her unspoken question. She looked at the long pointed tip when he handed her the arrow and her lips puckered slightly in uneasy distaste. It had to have been horrible. The arrowhead was cruel and sharp, clearly made for puncturing.
The next one he gave her in exchange for the first was one she was familiar with. He was correct in assuming she'd seen it before. It was one of the most common kinds around the Outpost. Everyone used them for large game, but she'd never pictured them punching through leather armor. She could see how they could be effective against lightly defended enemies. Kat was afraid she'd never look at her brothers' arrows the same again.
The blunted arrows were also familiar. Pretty harmless compared to their cousins. She turned it over in her hands and smiled slightly at a memory that surfaced from the sight of it.
"One of my brothers tried to shoot me with an arrow like this when I was little. It was Harris. Luckily back then his aim was shyke. Still, our mother tanned him for it. He couldn't sit right for days," Katelyn reminisced before returning Marrick's projectile to him.
He handed her the fourth and final for examination, and her smile turned into a puzzled frown as she looked at it. The dark haired Squire looked more than a little excited about it, and couldn't seem to hardly contain himself as he explained what it was.
"It screams?" she asked in curious awe, turning her gaze back to the strange arrow with new-found interest before finally returning it to him.
Katelyn watched with another growing smile as he retrieved his bow and knocked the mysterious arrow to the string. As he released and the bow twanged, the wail the mysterious projectile produced was horrid. It screamed toward the target and was silenced by the ground as it missed by a few short feet, then rolled innocently to a stop in the dirt. Kat looked around at the various expression on the faces around them. Amusement, annoyance, curiosity, surprise. She blushed and grinned in embarrassment at the attention, turning back to Marrick.
The look he had was the best of them all. Kat didn't think she'd ever met anyone who could look so innocently sweet and yet mischievously evil all at the same time. The redhead found herself giggling like a girl as the Squire tried not to laugh--something she hadn't done in a while. It felt a little silly, but she couldn't help it. It bubbled out of her on its own accord, uncontrollable and light like a bell. Very out of place coming from such a hardy young woman. It made her look and sound several years younger.
A little too late Kat slapped a surprised hand over her mouth, cutting the mirthful sound short. Her eyes widened a moment and her face flushed.
"Don't let my brothers know I giggle," she mumbled almost incomprehensibly through her hand, and after a long moment of embarrassed dread, removed her fingers.
Katelyn released a gusty sigh and smiled almost shyly then, giving a little shake of the head.
"Can't let them know I can be girly, right?" she joked, trying to lighten her ghastly embarrassment as she plucked the bowstring from his calloused fingers.
She went right into trying to string the limbs, determined to forget her little slip up. Kat mimicked what she had seen Marrick do before. Bow between the legs and around the back, she tried to bend and loop the gut into place between the two long limbs. She strained for a moment, fingers fumbling as she tried to get the balance properly, before her hand slipped at the bow straightened back out with a powerful little snap.
She snatched it up before it could fall from her grasp and clatter to the dirt, and glanced at Marrick with a small grin on her face.
"Little help?"