[i]"Hmm...well it still sounds crazy."[/i] Leeus replied, though she was no longer actually denying the claim. 

Julan looked to be in better spirits, but it may have just been because they were no longer directly on the topic of his tattoos. It was hard to tell if Leeus and his mother had changed his mind, or if he was just resigned to put up with something he knew he was going to end up hating. Kaleeth, in truth, was not thinking terribly far ahead on the topic, and just wanted to make sure not to anger the village, or especially her father. [i]"So, um, is that all there was to talk about? I guess the tattoos might end up looking good. Hopefully. I'm glad you think they'll look good, Leeus. We're...probably going to end up leaving not long after I get them, though."[/i] He added with a sad look. 

Leeus' arm was already around Julan, so she pat his shoulder encouragingly. [i]"It's fine, Julan. We'll just have fun in the meantime.  Can we go back to swimming, or...do you need me to go so you can talk to him alone, again?"[/i] Leeus asked Janius and Kaleeth.

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S'nashi waved a hand towards Fendros. "Oh, I don't even think I could pull back the string to begin with. This is probably a contest best left to youth."

Ahnasha stood herself up to her feet and stepped up beside Fendros, wrapping one arm around him. "We have these sorts of contests all the time, and I know how I compare to my husband. For me, personally, I find myself rather curious how Fendros' skills have shaped up compared to his brother. I would love to see you two compete before it is my turn to knock my dear husband right out of the competition."

Gwindir, meanwhile, was more focused on the bow itself. The metal, recurve bow shone like bronze in the sunlight, though it was a far stronger metal. Even though he did not deal in weapons, Gwindir could naturally see the value of it. "My, is that bow actually Dwemer metal? That is quite rare, and not to mention valuable. Far moreso than any hunting bow I have seen."

It would be rather easy to give a reasonable excuse for the value of the bow, though there was another thought that came into Ahnasha's mind. Leaning somewhat closer to Fendros, she whispered to him. [i]"Say...we use a hundred and twenty pound bows. Do you think your brother can actually, you know, draw it to begin with?"[/i] She questioned. Their strength gave them the luxury of using powerful bows rather easily, but normally, such a draw weight would be reserved for war bows, and the strong, professional soldiers who wielded them.