[h2]Ashte[/h2]

Carefully, the goddess lifted the child off of her shoulders--sitting by the fire was no doubt far more convenient--and looked up at the birds. It wasn't really her specialisation, per se, but if they were just going to lazily circle like that...

Her golden armaments pulled close and reformed into something that was undeniably a massive bow and an equally massive ammo, leaving Sir Oren lying neatly on the ground. She held them loosely, not yet drawing the weapon. "Well, if they circle down to us, then it's just a matter of driving them off, no? We have this strange deer-like animal, adding some fowl to the mix couldn't hurt."