It is already a great honor that Queen Susan has asked to borrow her bow—her bow—, but when Queen Susan lets fly, Radin would swear by the Lion's mane that she heard the arrow sing as it found the target, vibrating joyously as a testament to the Queen's still with a bow.
When Queen Susan turns to her after the shot, her eyes are lit with inner fire and a feral glee is plainly visible on her face.
"Make me one for me, please," she says, the pretense of the Gentle dropped in favor of the pulsing blood of the hunt.
Susan and an OC, The Harmony of the Air
When Queen Susan turns to her after the shot, her eyes are lit with inner fire and a feral glee is plainly visible on her face.
"Make me one for me, please," she says, the pretense of the Gentle dropped in favor of the pulsing blood of the hunt.