Ruby's window shopping, as well as you can window shop when you're looking at a collection of supply carts that don't have any windows. 'Cart browsing' just isn't as catchy, and when you spent thirty years window shopping, sometimes it's hard to go back to doing everything the ye olde fantasy land way.
What she's looking for is a decent bow. She was able to make something incredibly basic for the sake of getting them to Skyhold and scrambling together some food and keeping them safe without her needing to let the Wolf out, but making bows had never been her specialty. She was better at firing them and assembling arrows, when she needed to. Bows? Not so much, and why spend hours upon hours trying to master the art when she could just buy one?
None of them are really leaving her that inspired, is the problem. Even if she's not been an archer for some thirty odd years, she still remembers what it should feel like, what she preferred, and nothing's doing it for her. Not that big a drama when she needs to save up more coin anyway, she just... feels restless. A glance along the row of carts to someone else makes her brow quirk a little, intrigued, and she moves along in long strides, head canted to the side when she greets him. "Hi."
And a little wave, because she's Ruby, in all her red leather gloves and red brocade cloak and general forest peasant princess glory. "I just wanted to say that looks like an amazing crossbow. I'm more of a bow girl, myself, but I'm pretty sure my Granny would kill a man to get hold of something like that."
FOR VARRIC TETHRAS.
What she's looking for is a decent bow. She was able to make something incredibly basic for the sake of getting them to Skyhold and scrambling together some food and keeping them safe without her needing to let the Wolf out, but making bows had never been her specialty. She was better at firing them and assembling arrows, when she needed to. Bows? Not so much, and why spend hours upon hours trying to master the art when she could just buy one?
None of them are really leaving her that inspired, is the problem. Even if she's not been an archer for some thirty odd years, she still remembers what it should feel like, what she preferred, and nothing's doing it for her. Not that big a drama when she needs to save up more coin anyway, she just... feels restless. A glance along the row of carts to someone else makes her brow quirk a little, intrigued, and she moves along in long strides, head canted to the side when she greets him. "Hi."
And a little wave, because she's Ruby, in all her red leather gloves and red brocade cloak and general forest peasant princess glory. "I just wanted to say that looks like an amazing crossbow. I'm more of a bow girl, myself, but I'm pretty sure my Granny would kill a man to get hold of something like that."