"I don't know that Robin actually had to ever practice. He always made it look like play when his arrows struck whatever he was aiming at." There was a touch of sad admiration in her tone. Though she'd only been a toddler when her former betrothed had picked up bow and arrow, so she couldn't say she actually remembered when he began.
Marian smiled through the sorrow that her thoughts, both previously envisioned and now, had brought on. "Well it is certainly a pleasure." She curtsied as best she could in trousers. His pacing noted but it hardly unnerved her. Vaisey had used the same tactic to do just that, but Rhysand hardly had the feel that the late Sheriff of Nottingham held. "Would you like a go?"