Robert
*Once more the centaur wandered these verdant plains, a shade greener than those of his homeland. On the horizon, he could see the towering spires of the nation's capital, however small its silhouette was. He smiled, a wave of comfort washing over him as he recognised the trees he passed, having learnt these lands the best in his travels. His grip on his self-bow, a simple hand-carved thing, drew tighter as he raised and arrow to its notch, eyes set upon an unawares boar. A hundred yards...*
Pricilla
*On one of the country roads outside the city he'd see a lone figure sat down against a small cobbled wall. She was wearing armour, with a shield at her feet and an imposing sword by her side. She was a massive brayer lady without a shred of macenisation. She spotted the centaur from afar, but remained sat down where she was, reading over a map on her lap.*
Robert
*A moment's distraction was enough to throw him off, his bow-hand far poorer than his kind had normally. The arrow was loosed, tumbling through the air and striking the ground beside the once-docile boar, his prey now squealing in shock and barrelling down the hill. Circine sighed, slinging his ranged weapon on his back and unsheathing his dai-katana, his grip far more firm around it as he shot forwards, galloping towards the beast with his blade held ready against his shoulder. The pair would be moving towards the brayer, but the centaur didn't plan to allow it to charge too close.*
Pricilla
*Sivne watched the hunt from afar, tilting her head. She was ammused as she watched the centaur chasing the boar, though she picked up her greatsword just incase the boar got too close. She stood up and hefted her blade over her shoulder and put one hand on her hip as she awaited whatever would happen next.*
Robert
*He'd let out a slow, drawn-out breath as he rounded on the boar, his blade rocketing from his shoulder into a diagonal arc - striking the beast on the side of its neck. As blood began to seep, it would slow its charge, eventually stumbling to its final destination a few feet in front of Sivne. With a short prayer to his ancestors, he flicked off the blood and sheathed his weapon, meeting the Brayer's gaze and offering a small bow.*
"Apologies for the disturbance, madam. My blunder with the bow forced me to chase it down..."
Pricilla
"Planning on eating that boar all by yourself?" *She asked with a small smirk, tucking her thumb under her belt.* "I can't shoot a bow either, i wouldn't have done any better." *She trotted closer and let out a quiet grunt.* "Mmpf. Why are you hunting boar with a bow?"
Robert
"Alas, it's to the shame of my clan that I am so lacking in bowmanship..."
*The centaur sighed, tracing the limb of his bow with a guilty tremble, shaking the feeling away and picking up the felled beast, inspecting his incision before settling it across his back.*
"Usually I would cook half and a dry the other half... But plans can change. As for why, old habits have a tendency to die hard for me. My chieftain always insisted that a centaur that couldn't pierce a boarskin with a hunting arrow was an unworthy centaur."
*His voice was hollow as he recanted, the sense of reverence he might have had for his tribe clearly beginning to wane. A moment of shock widened his eyes as he offered another bow, apologising briefly.*
"I haven't even introduced myself, have I? Circine, son of Haracene."