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[wildmage_daine]

It's been a hard week for Kitten.

Which isn't to say it's been all bad. There are plenty of things around the apartment that appeal to her, and she's shown even more fascination with the laptop than Daine had. The rats have almost stopped being afraid of her. And Daine's just about finished modifying a backpack into a cozy, secure means of transportation that'll keep her well-hidden. Once that's done, it'll be much easier to at least take Kitten to meet folk, even if she can't romp around in the open.

But there are still times when Daine has to leave her alone at the apartment. There's her job, and her more unofficial (but still important) rounds, and errands. It seems like every time Daine leaves her behind, Kitten turns an even more sullen shade of gray before crawling beneath the bed to sulk. Daine's explained the gravity of the situation as best she can, but that doesn't make the reality of it any less frustrating.

Part of her half-expects Kitten to act out in some way. When it does eventually happen, there's at least one small mercy: Daine's still in the building. In fact, she's still in bed. She's woken by tiny paws on her cheek and the concerned squeaks of Thistle and Poppy. Daine lifts her head groggily, wondering what the fuss is about, and the rats' explanations sink in just as Daine catches sight of the light spilling into her hallway.

Kitten is gone, and the apartment door's been opened.

Daine sits up sharply, reshaping her ears, and her heart sinks when she hears a familiar whistle and the click of someone's lock giving way. "Curse it!" she hisses, scrambling out of bed as quickly as she can without hurting the rats and dashing for the outer hallway. "Curse it, curse it..." She swings out into the hall, glancing both ways, and just spots the tip of Kitten's tail disappearing into her next-door neighbor's apartment.

She presses her lips together, swallowing the several things she'd like to say, and tiptoes down the hall as quickly as she can. "Kitten!" she whispers as loudly as she dares. "Get back here!"

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[shieldmaiden_rohan]

Kili might make weapons, as Fili had made jewelry, and Tauriel might also have some skill with it, but she did not know whether either of them would wish to do so. There was a peace in this place that could not be understood and was not always welcome, but oft it was.

"There may be some, but it is a skill not commonly associated with this time, I think. But I do know several warriors and would be pleased to ask on your behalf."

[wildmage_daine]

Daine lights up. Truth be told, she wouldn’t have been that surprised if it turned out that no one in Darrow had the skill set, let alone the inclination. She’s good with a bow and know hows to maintain them, but she’s never actually made one before. Even if she had the necessary tools, it’d be lots of trial and error before she even made one that worked, let alone one that worked well.

“Would you?” she asks, and Kitten perks up in response to her excitement. “I don’t expect I’d ever need to use it, not here, but it’s different back home. I don’t want to get out of practice.” She’s not sure how it all works, going home, but she knows she doesn’t want to show up suddenly unable to draw her longbow. It’d be fair embarrassing, if not dangerous.

[shieldmaiden_rohan]

"I understand this. I practice each day, for I do not know if it is my last here, and my land is at war. When I return, I must be able to defend my people as if I have not been gone at all," she explained seriously.

Few understood the need to maintain such skills and she was glad that Daine was one of them.

[wildmage_daine]

"I'm sorry." Daine sobers at the news; she knows how serious war is, and how frustrating it must be to be stuck here during such a time. "Mine was... well, it was never officially war, but it was near enough. Things had calmed down before I came here, but..." she shrugs uneasily. There's no guarantee that they won't be attacked again, or that there won't be another clash between the human population and some of the immortals that have been brought through already.

[shieldmaiden_rohan]

Eowyn nodded. She had not intended to speak of war and warriors, but she was not ashamed nor saddened. It was what it was, and she was who she was. Neither of these things could be altered, even if she would sometimes wish that her land at least was not at war.

"We were besieged, when I came here. One moment I was within the caverns and preparing to defend my people and the next I was in the woods."

[wildmage_daine]

"Then it'd be especially needful to keep in shape," Daine says with a nod of understanding. She wants to say something about the siege, too - she's been in one, though not recently - but she's not sure what there is to say. It's fair awful, knowing that there was a battle on and that you don't know how it'll end - that you won't know until you're back home, and then you'll just be in the thick of it. She doesn't want to draw more attention to how frustrating it must feel.

Instead, she ventures, "There are other warriors here? From realms like ours?"

[shieldmaiden_rohan]

"Indeed so," Eowyn replied, and was pleased that she did not have to explain further why she kept in shape. Some had questioned her choices even after she had explained her people's history, though none that were close to her.

"There are several warriors here from many realms. Some are more like ours than others, but all are warriors."

[wildmage_daine]

For all that Darrow's mostly been fair peaceful, it's still reassuring to hear. Daine's felt desperately out of place since her arrival, and though she blends in well enough - one of the few things in Darrow she'd taken to with a will was the clothing, delighted as she was to find that women and girls wear breeches all the time without anyone thinking twice about it - it had also served as proof that anyone else like her might blend in just as easily. She hadn't wanted to assume that there were folk from realms like hers, but it was discouraging to think that there might be, and she'd never know.

"Are any of them archers?" she asks hopefully. She's walking proof that you can be an accomplished archer and still not know how to make a bow, but maybe someone has one she could at least try out.

[shieldmaiden_rohan]

"There are some," Eowyn replied, and was glad to give this news to Daine when she seemed so hopeful to hear it.

"Shall I speak with them and ask if they would wish to meet another?"

Surely Daine would not ask about being an archer if she were not also one, or wishing to be one.