Swiftshadow
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Mellow Marshwiggle
Narnian Magic: 407
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Character's Gender:  Affiliation: For Narnia!
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Misha |
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Centaur |
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Swiftshadow has worked all her life to get to this point, the point where the Narnians are actively fighting for their independence. She is elated that the Narnians have come this far, and will work to see them gain the victory, no matter what the cost. She's passionate, unflaggingly persistent... and perhaps tends to judge things a bit too quickly. But she's a centaur -- did you expect her to be humble? |
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« Reply #0 on: January 13, 2010, 01:08:30 PM » |
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Swiftshadow was quite unsurprised to hear that the girl had stolen to get here. She was a Telmarine, and in the centauress’ experience, all Telmarines (saving His Majesty) were thieves. They’d stolen the Narnians’ land and their freedom. A small voice in Swiftshadow’s mind pointed out that at least the girl had likely stolen from other Telmarines, but she firmly squashed that voice. It just went to prove that Telmarines couldn’t help stealing, even from one another.
“What’s wrong,” Swiftshadow echoed, with a slight amount of condescension, “is that you’re not pulling your bow far back enough.” Surely the girl should have been able to figure out on her own, from earlier comments. “I don’t know who your brother is,” – likely some farmboy who only shot for game, Swiftshadow thought – “but while you do have the basics, you still have much to learn, and quickly. Miraz isn’t going to wait for your shooting to improve before he attacks.” At least this girl was out practicing, she conceded grudgingly. She thought back to her conversation with Reepicheep and scowled.
“We’ll have to go through this step-by-step, I think,” Swiftshadow said with a sigh, as if this wasn’t something she did often, though the truth was that it was commonplace for her at these practices, if not with her own archers. “Assume your stance.” The best stance for every creature was different, and Swiftshadow had to admit – to herself, if not to the girl – that she didn’t know humans enough to know what was best for the species. She could correct any obvious mistakes, however, and then move on.
((Even shorter and later, argh!))
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