[Reluctantly letting go of the prince's hand, Childe grips the reins of his own horse to follow Aether wherever he leads him into the forest, refocusing his mind at the task at hand. This was a competition, and he'd like to win it, though he realizes that he might be out skilled. Surely he can find a way around it.
When they come upon some boar, Childe's eyes go wide and his horse slows, as to not scare them. He gestures for Aether to hand him the bow that's attached to his horse, wanting to take the first shot. When it's handed to him, he raises it, takes aim-
-and fires, hitting the top of the boar's back, not quite where he was aiming. It runs, blood trickling down its body, much to Childe's dismay.]
Let's chase after it, it can't outrun us. We can finish it off then.
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[Reluctantly letting go of the prince's hand, Childe grips the reins of his own horse to follow Aether wherever he leads him into the forest, refocusing his mind at the task at hand. This was a competition, and he'd like to win it, though he realizes that he might be out skilled. Surely he can find a way around it.
When they come upon some boar, Childe's eyes go wide and his horse slows, as to not scare them. He gestures for Aether to hand him the bow that's attached to his horse, wanting to take the first shot. When it's handed to him, he raises it, takes aim-
-and fires, hitting the top of the boar's back, not quite where he was aiming. It runs, blood trickling down its body, much to Childe's dismay.]
Let's chase after it, it can't outrun us. We can finish it off then.
[They have swords.]