[The hunter sits at the base of a tree, a faint scraping sound accompanying each careful and deliberate stroke he makes with stone against arrowhead. He's got a good number of them in a pile beside either side of him, one for sharpened and one for what he hasn't finished yet. Up in the branches above, an eagle sits, golden brown in color. It tilts its head at the boy who comes up towards them.
The blond doesn't answer immediately, giving one final pass with the whetstone before he lifts the head up for inspection.]
...the Emerald Sanctum.
[It seems he was listening, at least. He lowers the arrow beside him and shifts his pale gaze towards Sora. Another new one, then.]
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The blond doesn't answer immediately, giving one final pass with the whetstone before he lifts the head up for inspection.]
...the Emerald Sanctum.
[It seems he was listening, at least. He lowers the arrow beside him and shifts his pale gaze towards Sora. Another new one, then.]