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Title stolen from a friend! EDIT: Title is also apparently a meme of some sort!

An accompaniment Your Warmth - Familiarity Ch VIII"Everythin' alright back there?" Zagtakh called out to her, looking over his shoulder again in the off-chance he'd be able to spot her shadow through the gap in the canvas.
She didn't answer right away, and when she did it was by popping up again and leaning out of the opening to the driver's seat of the wagon, muscling her way in between the two men and elbowing at least one of them in the ribs. "What's this?" She asked the both of them, brandishing the lone arrow she had found in the crate. She didn't wait for an answer; their attention was good enough for now. "I think it might be one of Magi's arrows, but I'm not sure. What was it doing in that box back there?"
Zagtakh seemed confused, trying to keep one eye on Mara and the road ahead. "What? Uh…" He mumbled.
"Let me have a look at it." Ravendor offered calmly. He held his hand out to Mara and she passed it over to him after a brief pulse of selfishness ran through her, handing him the arrow feathered-end first. She didn't k to this story chapter by my lovely wife. I need to draw Mara more often, methinks.

Also never expect me to draw a horse's ass correctly. Not sure that's a thing I want to know how to do.

Description
Title stolen from a friend! EDIT: Title is also apparently a meme of some sort!

An accompaniment Your Warmth - Familiarity Ch VIII"Everythin' alright back there?" Zagtakh called out to her, looking over his shoulder again in the off-chance he'd be able to spot her shadow through the gap in the canvas.
She didn't answer right away, and when she did it was by popping up again and leaning out of the opening to the driver's seat of the wagon, muscling her way in between the two men and elbowing at least one of them in the ribs. "What's this?" She asked the both of them, brandishing the lone arrow she had found in the crate. She didn't wait for an answer; their attention was good enough for now. "I think it might be one of Magi's arrows, but I'm not sure. What was it doing in that box back there?"
Zagtakh seemed confused, trying to keep one eye on Mara and the road ahead. "What? Uh…" He mumbled.
"Let me have a look at it." Ravendor offered calmly. He held his hand out to Mara and she passed it over to him after a brief pulse of selfishness ran through her, handing him the arrow feathered-end first. She didn't k to this story chapter by my lovely wife. I need to draw Mara more often, methinks.

Also never expect me to draw a horse's ass correctly. Not sure that's a thing I want to know how to do.