You Had to Go, I Know, I Know, II

"...You made this?"

She held the new bow in her hands, shaking. She realized she had never been clear if Harvey had made her first bow, or if her mother did. But either way, this new one was different, and extraordinary.

The Wood on this one was lighter in weight, and silk smooth, a burnt black color that she couldn't be sure was a stained rub or literally burnt into the wood. It was elegantly recurved, and longer than her first. The bowstring itself was bright red, shining when it picked up the low light in the hut - she would later realize it was Snakes' hair. Harvey had also taken the time to carve in a linear design of weaving, vine like coils over the entire thing, that were then line painted in blue. In the center of the bow, was a large S.

"I don't know how to spell your name," he explained, "but I know it would start with an S."