David
Listening intently to the prince's proposal, Roesia raised her eyebrow slightly. She herself believed that hunting should be done a bit more practically, through a bow and arrow typically. It was a strange concept, but she supposed as long as he hit his mark and the beast didn't suffer, what did it matter? Nodding her head slowly, the moment Astalios ended his explanation she gave a slight shrug. Her voice still low and quiet, Roesia responded. "I'd rather you not practice battle tactics on elk, but if you can apply what you know to hunting who am I to say no?" Turning her attention back to the elk, Roesia watched them for a few moments longer. Luckily the bull seemed to be quite a few meters away from the rest of the herd, as well as that many meters closer to Astalios and Roesia. He was moving, though only to graze in different spots every once in while.

On occasion, the bull would lift his head to get a good listen and smell of his surroundings, but would always ultimately dip his head back down into the grass below to feed. Turning her gaze back to Astalios, Roesia offered a slight grin. "He's all yours, how you go about doing so is entirely up to you. If you can, aim for its heart. That will be the quickest and least painful spot to hit." Moving back behind Astalios just a bit, Roesia instead wished to watch how the prince would go about taking down such a massive beast. If he wished to take her bow, she'd gladly offer it to him if he wanted to use that instead of his metal magic. Roesia would not, however, leave him in the dark, and would offer advice should he take up the challenge to take down the elk himself.

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Informing him of where the heart was and where best to aim, Roesia stood close behind the prince as they remained crouch down within the treeline. Timidly she pointed across his shoulder so his sight would be true, but made sure not to make Astalios feel as though she were invading his space. "Some hunters use a quick sound to gain the attention of beasts so they raise their head. If you do such a thing, you have to be quick with your following shot or else it might run before you get the chance."
Richard
*He considered it for a moment, eyes flicking down to the steel dart in front of him with a sense of longing for what could have been, but he quelled the urge to simply shoot as hard as possible and instead set his jaw in determination. This would be fair as he could make it, and the steel soon melted into a mercury coil once again, the plates reforming into light half plate armor, a spike, and his dagger once again as they fit themselves around his body.*

"I think... I should probably reserve the battlefield tactics for the battlefield. I apologize for my lapse in judgement, Miss Vuldrey." *He murmured to her, refocusing on the task at hand. He was no great archer or renowned marksman, but he **Had** Been practicing in the castle yard, partly to take his mind off the stresses of court life, partly not to look like a fool while he was out with her again, and partly to find another outlet for his various compulsions. As she shuffled behind him, he did in fact ask for her bow instead, and as he held the wood in his hands and drew back the bowstring, he held the feathered fletching to his cheek.

Her finger guided his sight to the target. The tips on finding the elk heart were appreciated but ultimately redundant, as he had discussed with her shortly beforehand where the hearts of most four legged herbivores happened to be... And elk were no different. He elected not to make a noise. It was better to make sure that he could simply aim and fire as he pleased.

He exhaled, held for three heartbeats.

And released, the arrow flying towards its target. He hoped his aim was decent enough - he had seen many arrows fired, but shooting from this range accurately on his own was a new feat for him. He could not pretend to have done it many times before, but hopefully target practice might have compensated where his lack of experience in hunting hurt him...

Come on, hit the heart...*
Maria
As Astalios pulled back the string on the bow, the elk slowly lifted its head. Staring out curiously at its surroundings, it still didn't seem startled. Just peaceful. Taking his aim then releasing the arrow, Astalios would watch as it sailed through the air as silent as a whisper. With a loud shriek, the arrow struck the elk straight into its flank. After only a mere second, it fell silent once more, save for the pounding of the elk cows and calves retreating into the tree line away from the hunting duo. With the elk on the ground they were unable to see it anymore due to the height of the grass in the meadow, but the lack of sound and movement made it obvious the beast was down for good.
David
Moving back slightly to give Astalios room, Roesia happily handed over her bow and waited in anticipation. It seemed as though time slowed ever so slightly in those moments. Roesia found herself watching the prince rather than the elk, simply admiring the way he carefully held the bow and pulled back the arrow. As the arrow flew from her bow toward the elk, Roesia darted her eyes to follow it and watched with wide eyes until it struck the elk right on the mark. A bright smile covered the elf's face before she clasped a hand on the prince's shoulder. "Well done! Couldn't have done it better myself."

Forgetting herself, Roesia sheepishly removed her hand from Astalios and stood up with a sigh. "The rack of his will make a fine trophy, I'd think. If you've never had elk before, you'll have to allow me to treat you to my 'not-so-world-famous elk stew'." With a laugh, the huntress offered her hand to take her bow back from the prince before gesturing toward where the elk had fallen. In the far distance, Roesia could hear with her keen senses the rest of the herd still fleeing as far away as they possible could. Each hunt, there was always a slight pain in Roesia's heart for taking a life, but this was how she herself continued her own. Slowly stepping out from the tree line, Roesia looked back toward Astalios, her eyes almost asking him to come along with her.
Richard
*A sigh of relief left him like the wind from a sail as his arm relaxed, and he witnessed the arrow fly straight and true. The bow had done its job well, and her compliments were certainly appreciated, but he doubted that she could not have done better. She was a professional, he supposed, and had much more practice at the exercise than he did. Still, then, if she thought his shot was decent, perhaps it was.

He handed the bow back to her soundlessly as his eyes remained fixed on the fallen elk in the clearing.* "I... Thank you for your kind words, Miss Vuldrey, but I believe that considering our respective amounts of practice in this matter, I must conclude that you could very much do it better yourself. I am somewhat amazed that the arrow hit its mark well enough to kill the elk with one attempt." 

*He made no amount of fuss about her hand on his shoulder, as he had barely noticed the impropriety. They were friends on a hunting trip, he supposed, and it was nothing too scandalous if she touched his shoulder once. The rest of the herd was gone. It was a shame, but now came a good amount of cooking and a decent amount of food for him, which he was quite looking forward to.*

"By all means, Miss Vuldrey." *He nodded, stepping forwards with her towards the downed animal, ready to begin preparing it for the cooking process as he took his dagger from his belt. This part of the hunt he had no qualms with or lack of knowledge about.*