Nirayane hissed at the new recruit like a cornered serpent preparing to strike, her teeth, they were even sharp as one, a common trait of elves who became feral. If she wanted to, she could have killed the girl any second and bat not a single eyelash towards it, one slice across the throat would be all it took, but....Hotarubi probably wouldn't appreciate Nira slaying their new members without remorse, also....she must've frightened her a bit too much, judging by the stray tear streaming down her cheek.
Without warning Mira caught the tear upon her finger, a peculiar expression to her own face, and gently wiped it away, then ruffling the girl's hair, the mute's gesture of apology. There was a commotion going about the rest of the guild, yet Nirayane paid no mind to it, she was never that close to her guild mates anyways and often, she preferred solitude.
Of course she realized it was the fifth of Morning Star, a day...or rather a night many of the wood recognized as Veralyn's, Maiden of the Stag and Goddess of the Hunt. Tonight, for many a seasoned archer, it was the ripe time to display their innate prowess with the bow, for the moon would be full and the forest teeming with life as the heavenly huntress descended from High Alti above unto the trees, drawing her arrow to the sky and signaling the hunt to commence.
Nira, she mostly hunted alone, but...perchance this one could join her, first however...she needed to see something. Rather curt of the elf, she snatched the girl's bow from her hand and oddly...sniffed of it. Just as she thought, ash wood, light, malleable, good for an intermediate bow, but Nirayane suspected this girl's skill was above intermediate, and a bow of a thicker, heavier wood may suit her better, something crafted of pine or cedar. Upon further inspection pulling back the drawstring, she also discovered the string was thin and woven of flax fibers. Impressive, but given her experience, she wasn't much a fan of plant fiber. It wasn't thick enough and too much pressure would snap the string in two.
She handed the bow back to the girl shaking her head in disapproval of the flimsy weapon, not bad but could be better. She, though not able to speak, told her to stay put, then scurried off to her
sleeping quarters in the cistern, stopping at the table everyone had gathered around with the chest of gold coins atop it and setting down the crown she stole in front of Hotarubi with a stern nod. Then, once she returned from her room, clutched in her hand was
another bow, crafted by Nira's own two hands from thick, knotted cedar and for the string, only the coarsest fibers of horse and elk hair woven thick with a supple draw weight and enough to send an arrow soaring leagues away.
With another curt nod, she set the bow in the girl's hand, a present if you will, for welcoming her to the guild. And though she preferred to hunt alone...perhaps she wouldn't mind taking this one with her. Going back to Hotarubi, she looked her leader dead in the eyes and signed to her a simple message,
I'm going hunting and I'm taking the young lass with me. We shall return at yea break of dawn with meat and venison for everyone.