DISCLAIMER: NETFLIX, AS & CDProjektRED - they are the main guys and gals. I'm just... writing to my heart content.
A/N: I've recently saw the 1st Netflix season of The Witcher, it was mediocore at best. They seriousy messed up my boy – Cahir. Without any proper catharsis, I don't see him ever joining the Hansa.
A/N2: what I found funny is how good of a bowman netflix!Cahir actually is. Now Netflix has no excuse for not making a scene later in the show, simmilar the competition Legolas and Gimli had but with Milva and Cahir counting shot enemies.
A/N3: for this story I incorporated godlike acuracy of netflix!Cahir to book!Cahir.
FOURTY POUNDS
"don't look at me" Regis lauged "I need no weapons – short or long ranged"
Milva glanced at Geralt expectingly.
"our code forbid us to use any long distanced weaponry" the witcher stated, once again, the obvious.
The female paced. They were on the road for days now. The forest was dense and eerily quiet, but what bothered Milva the most was boredom. Yes, as an archer she was the main food provider - but game could bring her just limited amount of challange.
"I was trained in a bowmanship as a child" Cahir admitted casually, his thick nilfgaardian accent cut the silence "I also substituted as an archer in the army"
"REALLY?" No-one expected Milva to react so lively. She jumped towards her comrade.
Startled by her sudden reaction, Cahir dropped his bowl of stew and, if not for Geralt's enchanced reflex, the knight's share of food would surely end up spilled on the groud.
„what kind? the draw force?" Milva's eyes shined.
The Vicovarian looked at her stupified.
"a 50 inches, recurve horsebow made in master Samick's workshop at Aedirn" he finally admitted.
Milva took a deep breath. Judging by her reaction that bowyer must have been extraoridinarly good at his craft.
"draw force depended on my age" Cahir continued "I used to shoot fifty five pounds in the army, but nowadays I think fourty would be my limit" The Vicovarian trailed off.
He still haven't recovered affter Haveker's inprisomnemt afterall.
"A 50 inches recurve..." For a moment she was lost in a though. "It does suits you. You know?" Milva said, smiling and looking Cahir straighy in the eyes. "the short bow, I mean. In next town, we-"
"aunty and Cahir sitting on a tree kiss-OUCH!"
Angouleme jumped back massaging her shoulder.
"I've told you to never call me aunty ever again!" Milva barked.
Angouleme pouted childlyshly as she threw her empty bowl to the pile of other dirty dishes.
"I'm going to sleep and you two-" the girl pointed at the archer and the knight "get a room... or a bush or something!"
Milva huffed annoyed while the knight was intently inspecting dices of fish in his stew.
Dandelion, who was watching the whole scene with knowing smirk plastered on his face, could have sworn Cahir was also blushing but it could be just the heat of camprfire dancing on Vicovarian's pale face.