[ maybe that air is just her deodorant. the ancient stuff always is a little mystical, isn't it? or perhaps it's the costume. she feels like she hasn't even changed, in truth.

lucky guess on her part, she muses— or goddess' intuition, but she can only reject such a thought. ]

We've got that in common. [ putting her own paintball gun down, zelda watches him for a moment, observing the way his hands try to figure out the whole contraption rather than merely ask or observe. this is a doer. honestly, tugs at her heartstrings a bit. reminds her a bit of home. ] Oh, wait... It's that we have new things to experience here, I meant!

[ with her hands free, she raises them, palms flat, facing the heavens, and the gears in her head turn a bit— free practice is practice. ] It was shortbow you claimed, didn't you? We mostly learned with wooden swords and shields in knight academy. Still, ranged combat would be useful at times to learn... [ nothing happens as she focuses for a moment. it's mildly frustrating, and her palms are starting to go slick with sweat. she rubs her fingers down them. ]

You can put that down.

[ there's a flicker of light, hot white like fire, dreamotion pulsing together before a yellow beam snaps together into the shape of a bow, half sunlight and half timber. a bead of sweat rolls down her brow, but it's tangible, at least. ]

Think it'll do the job for you?