Aiming Low
With a loud yell of pained anger, Catti-brie began to jump up and down, trying not to put too much weight on her left foot.
The noise obviously caused her small group of friends, including her lover, to come rushing to see what was wrong. Almost as one, they began to snigger, then to chuckle. With little thought whatsoever to her well being, they began to full out laugh at her plight.
"What ye be laughin' at!" she asked furiously. "This could happen ter any one of us!" The angry stomping stopped, and she slowly tried lowering her injured foot once again to the ground.
Pain shot through her, but she closed her mouth and glared at her friends instead. No point in trying to get them to understand what pain she was in. Or how embarrassed the situation had made her feel.
"If I ever do anything as silly as this, I would never touch a weapon again." Stated Regis, nodding his head, sending waves of curly brown hair to flop about his face, covering up the giant grin on his face.
"If ye ever drop yer mace, I will be the first one ter laugh!" She glared at the Halfling, making sure her point had come across loud and clear.
"Calm yourself, it is nothing but a…scratch. I am sure it will heal." While her dear lovers' face was as straight as it always was, being a serious person, she could see the laughter quite clearly in his lavender eyes.
"Ye be quiet, ye black-skinned devil!" She shouted, before limping off in the direction of the healers, intent on finding Stumpet and getting her wound fixed as soon as possible.
Thankfully no one followed her.
She was still trying to think of a way to explain why one of her arrows was sticking out of her foot, the long shaft quivering with each pained step, making walking painful.
It was not her fault she had been distracted, had lowered her bow and accidentally shot her arrow into her foot! She was definitely going to blame that one on someone else.