Re-Curves and Sunburns (open)

[Elizabeth]

“I have a conundrum, Diederik.” Elizabeth glanced at her thrall who was once again, nose deep in some form of economics...Micro? Macro? It was all 'French' to the woman, and didn't keep her interest for very long. “I desire to go for a walk...into the woods. And, last evening I purchased a re-curve bow and some arrows. I wish to put them to use.”

The dark haired dutch man, looked at her as he closed his book and stood. “Right now?” He looked down at the watch on his left wrist and then at her. Elizabeth nodded her head, “Well...yes. Is there any better time to practice with a bow and arrow?” She crossed her arms, looking at him pointedly. “No-but-it's three-twenty. In the afternoon.” Afternoon was accentuated, and Elizabeth looked at him and laughed. “Yes. I am aware.” There was a quick look that he gave her, before he shrugged his shoulders. “Alright. What is this conundrum?” He asked, figuring it would be the obvious.

“Well, as you may already know, Diederik, I wear dresses often. It is my preference in dress. However, it is not practical for what it is I need to do today. What are your suggestions? If one has any?” Elizabeth looked to her Dutchman with a warm smile, and he returned the same one to her. “Buy new clothing and expand your horizons, or...Where's your closet?” He suddenly asked, moving around the coffee table and to where Elizabeth was sitting at her ivory piano. The woman slowly stood, scooted in the bench that she sat upon and moved to the bedroom. The closet doors were pulled open at the same time and all she could hear was a groan.

“You can't wear any of that!” He said, exasperated. “Precisely, which is why, I need your assistance.” Elizabeth reminded him, before she moved to a drawer within her dresser and opened the tiny left handed one. “I need one to go to a store and find something that I may wear.” She presented him with a credit card that read 'Frank Watson,' a bewildered look upon his features. “It is legitimate.” It was, in a sense. “Just buy something, use the card and come back with both the card and the clothing. Please.” Elizabeth added in the form of civility, regardless of the fact that she knew he would do whatever she wanted him to do. “Size?” He asked, pocketing the credit card in his front right pocket.

“Six. Or, a small. Either one would be suitable. No jeans. I abhor them.” Elizabeth warned him, before she vacated the bedroom. “Got it. No jeans. I'll find---something.” Diederik moved to collect his book and left Elizabeth to her own devices. She made the most of her time while Diederik was gone; the bow and arrows were placed carefully upon her sofa, followed by the two targets Elizabeth had purchased alongside the items. Those square shaped targets found a spot in front of the sofa, before Elizabeth went to refer to her business emails. Thankfully, there were not too many, just a message from her manager at Cutting Corners, indicating that she would need to place an order for the summer themed materials by the end of the week.

A few minutes after her reply had been sent, Diederik returned with two bags of various things. A bit excessive, but he clearly had no idea what she wanted, or was afraid to bring something back that wouldn't be to Elizabeth's liking. Either way, there were too many items and some would more than likely have to be returned at some point. “Anything in here will work.” He assured her, setting the bags down, then pulling out the credit card and offering it to her. “Keep it. For emergencies.” The blonde telepath said as a hand claimed both bags and she trotted off to her bedroom.

Two piles had been made-the potential and the unlikely. There were far more unlikely items than potentials. Finally, she decided on the black items he picked up-a safe choice and not her favourite color scheme. But, it was what it was. The tags were snipped where it was needed and the clothing switched, before her eyes landed on a particular item. It was not hers, yet, she did not hesitate to collect it and place it upon her golden locks. When she emerged, Diederik tsk'd her and then spoke. “You should wash things before you wear them.” Elizabeth waved a dismissive hand as she retorted. “Yes, but who will know, other than you and I? Besides...it is unlikely someone will be out in the wilderness, other than you and me. So, my secret is safe, yes?”

“Ja.” He nodded his head, before moving to grab the bow and arrows. “OH! No, no! You take the targets.” Elizabeth squeezed between him and the sofa, laying claim to her bow with the reach of her left hand. She moved to the front door, a skeptical Diederik following after her, which caused Elizabeth to pause and look towards the kitchen. “Have we any apples?” She asked, her voice reflecting nothing. “Ja. You eat now too?” Her lips formed a devious smirk, which had him gulping and backpedaling on his previous thoughts. “I think I ate the last one this morning.” The comment received a laugh, before Elizabeth tsk'd her thrall. “I would never, Diederik.” Elizabeth treated her thralls very well and saw them as important beings and essentially tools too. And those things needed to be looked after and taken care of. She had once heard of thralls revolting against their master in the old days, so she would dare not risk treating them poorly. “Come.”

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“Mayhaps place one not at a different angle, but further distance?” Elizabeth inquired as she watched Diederik set one target off to the right of the one he set to the left. “Much further.” She beckoned, pointing to a tree that had snapped somewhere in the middle of the trunk and had been left to rot and die. “There!” She pointed a couple times towards the tree, smiling as he moved to place it where she wanted. Once the targets were set aside, Elizabeth removed the dark wool coat she had placed upon her persons as a precautionary and closed the umbrella as well. Both items were set aside in a pile, as the woman lifted her gaze to the sun and let it absorb into her alabaster colored skin that was not covered. An anxious Diederik quickened his pace, expecting the worse. “You're in the sun!” He exclaimed, and that brought a smile to her lips. “I have waited...centuries for this.” Elizabeth confessed with a jovial laugh, as she released the air within her lungs. She could have done such a feat years ago, but had waited to see it with Shamus. The urge to see it still resided deep within her, regardless to his absence within her life.

Her arms raised into the sunny sky, and she spun within the rays of the sun, before her sunglasses were removed and her blue irises reveled in the brilliance of the sun briefly, before her hands covered her eyes. “I cannot remember it being so bright. It almost blinds me.” She confessed to her thrall, who shrugged his shoulders. He would never understand, so Diederik couldn't comment. “Now...to shoot. Or try to.” Elizabeth rethought her position on her first statement, uncertain on how it would actually go. Still, they said she could not do such a thing, and even if she missed the target completely, Elizabeth would prove that she -could- do such a thing, regardless of her gender. “I have watched a many tutorial upon the internet and read some books.” Elizabeth assured her thrall, who slowly backed away and behind her. “I have to relax my shoulder...” Elizabeth talked to herself, recalling some of the steps, as she raised the bow and got into position. “And not hold it too tightly.” She reminded herself, relaxing her grip on the front of the bow. “And lower it a little.” That was the problem with most people, she recalled. They were too high up, but then again...she was much shorter than the average person. Elizabeth decided to remain steadfast in her position and pull, before she filled her lungs with air and released it... She closed her blue eyes and waited to hear the sound of it hitting the target.

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