WHO: Anna & Robin WHEN: Sunday morning WHERE: Archery Range WHAT: flowers and scary animals in packs RATING: low
While Anna was great with her sword, there were a few things that made that inconvenient at the moment. Mostly she just didn't want the animals getting close enough to the house for her to have to use it on them. It meant they got close enough to Aiden to hurt him, and that was just not okay. Johan was great at protecting the baby - not baby anymore, toddler, they had a toddler now - it really wasn't something Anna liked dealing with. She doubted Petersen would actually let the children get hurt, but she was never 100% sure about things with him, so she preferred to be overcautious when it came to all these stupid animals.
She left early Sunday morning, when everyone else was more or less sleeping, with a quiet word that she'd be back later. It wasn't hard to slip through the grounds and avoid everyone. Anna had spent the better part of her existence (thousands of years, compared to about 30) being completely unseen and completely unknown; and with the animals running wild and irritating guests abound, it was just better to not be seen. It didn't seem far to the archery range, but maybe that was just because she had a definite place to be for once.
Slipping inside, Anna made her way around to where she and Robin stored their bows, away from guest access. His was still there, her Robin's bow, clearly; not the new Robin's bow. She could tell the difference. But that wasn't what caught her attention. Sitting out of the way, where she knew no one else would have gotten to it, was a bouquet of yellow roses. The stream of emotions that filtered through her was too complicated for the moment. And she had no desire to sit around here and risk being stumbled upon by guests. So she snatched up the flowers under one arm and her bow and arrows over the other and headed out.
Getting home would have worked out great if she hadn't slipped out the back door and into the middle of a pack of slowly waking hyenas. A couple of them would have been no problem between her bow and her sword. The issue was that there were about twenty of them... and they all seem to have spotted her at the same time. She carefully slid her flowers onto the porch railing and pulled her bow to full curve. It was likely not going to end well for her, but Anna had never backed down from a fight before.