Tyra sat on the on the grassy edge, dangling her feet off of the ledge of the cliff. She was working on the bow. It wasn't strung yet, just doing some decorative work on it right now. She saw some carvings on some on a trader's boat that she fell in love with, and she was doing her best on copying the work. Where were they from again? Tyra shrugged off, not remembering. She slid her knife through the hard, but flexible wood, finishing the last swipe. Now the fun part. She pulled the string out of her bag, holding the bow with her feet. Tyra pulled on the tough string until she was shoved, sending the string flying into the ocean. grumbling, Tyra turned toward Dreamcast.
"Seriously!?"
The young dragon pouted, giving her the big eyed look she always fell for. Sighing, the patted the stormcutter's flat snout. "it's okay, I'll get a new string."