"Gosh, I'm not sure what unifies the aesthetic here."

“Need more data?”

"I might just not be qualified to name your fashion sense! But I will be happy to look at more outfits."

“I think I need inspiration in the form of a reason for another one to exist. Or who knows, maybe waking up tomorrow will be the trick.”

"Waking up sometimes does that. One day I woke up and said, 'I should learn archery'."

“If Sing ever figures out how to eliminate the need for sleep we will have to find something to replace it with!

“But, archery, you say?”

"Archery! I'm better at swords and swordlike items."

“Care to do a demo or a lesson?”

"Sure, do you know what kinda bow you wanna see?"

“I know that there are kinds!”

"That's a start!"

The armory has a variety, mostly the medieval wooden kind but also fancy fiberglass jobbies.

She will look but not touch anything that she does not know how to handle properly.

Tarinda tosses her a crossbow. "These're good to start out."

She manages to catch it mostly on the recognizable grip part. “I don't think this is a throwing weapon!”

“Also, I will admit that the picture I had excluded crossbows, but I will totally take your advice for these purposes.”

"You wanna start with something else you totally can! But you're new to your buffs and draw strength matters on the kind you draw."

“I'm good!”

Figuring out more or less how you are probably supposed to hold the thing.

Tarinda moves her hands till the grip is right. The armory has a wall that can apparently open up to the outside of the castle and has unobtrusively done so; a target floats beyond.

She is slightly distracted from the intended point by the touching.

“—what am I hitting if I miss?”

"Mountainside. Nobody else lives around here."

“And nobody's going to wander in, or at least they will be conveniently warned away?”

"If somebody walks by we'll be warned or maybe the target will catch your bolts, which it will also do if you're going to hit a pretty plant."

“I am sufficiently reassured. I think. Loading?”

"Like this." She shows her.

She has not ever used a crossbow — or a gun — before, but he knows some things about throwing things and flying things. The target is not obligated to move to be struck in its outer ring.

The unsurprising surprise of the crossbow firing still causes her to jump a bit and her dress to amplify this into indecisive floofing.

"- awww. Your dress was scared."