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 An Odd Order {Any gentry}
« Thread Started on Aug 19, 2008, 11:26am »

"Songbird, raven, eagle, hawk? Now that's odd. Where did I place those- Aha!"

Destiny lowered herself to the floor- not an easy task for a centaur, involving as it did the rearranging of all four legs- and reached her hand under her work table to snag the shallow basket. Three feathers, each the length of her forearm, fluttered to the floor.

"Figures. Griffin feathers would be the stubborn ones."

She gathered them with a shake of her head. She'd recieved a new batch of unfinished arrow shafts, with very specific instructions.

"What a strange order, almost entirely of immortal feathers!"

The centauress stood carefully to avoid knocking anymore feathers out of the basket, and placed it on her worktable. Her hand brushed against an unrolled scroll, and she picked it up again.

"Three mage killers, Stormwing feathers, I believe those are made of. Fourteen arrows guaranteed to hit any target and cut through illusion, five arrows that will fly in any arrows, and four with fletching of eagles."

She paused in her reading, and snorted- which was really a half-whinny. The worst part was that the note was unsigned. She was supposed to have the arrows ready in two weeks, when the order would be picked up.

_~_

{Two Weeks Later}

"There we go!"

Destiny wiped sweat off her forehead with a tattered rag pulled from her belt. She knotted the strings around the bundle of finished arrows, and left it on the table. Time to cook.

Halfway through the preparations for a simple, hearty vegetable stew, someone rapped on the door. Who could that be? Destiny went to answer the door, hooves pounding rhythmically on the packed dirt of the little Fletcher's hut.
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