[center][h3][color=00aeef]Ianthe[/color][/h3][/center]
It really was a harp, wasn’t it? Ianthe hadn’t been sure whether the extra strings served any practical function or if they were purely decoration. Instead, it seemed to be a combination of the two. She still wasn’t sure [i]why[/i] the bow had a harp fashioned into it, but she also would have been lying if she said it wasn’t damn pretty. 

Perhaps it was a magical thing, the girl had slotted aldite into it, after all. That was good. Old-fashioned archery would likely match the miniboros just fine, but if the mission grew a little more severe…well, the more Ianthe considered that possibility, the more grateful she was to have prospective mages on her side, like Luna, and the foppish Blaike, and…the other one. The winded one with the good sense of danger. 

[color=00aeef]“Guess you’ll be writing all the ballads, then, about our mighty triumphs over the…ah…rioting cabbages,”[/color] She said, and offered Luna a smile in return. [color=00aeef]“Ianthe. Uh—I mean—my name is Ianthe.”[/color]