" Hn. " Atticus noded in approaval. There were more then one..but the other's aura was weak. She would take care of it later. She, for the time being, had to obtain more arrows. a simple process really, just a slightly timely one. She drew a triangle on her arm with a small stone she found. Her blood dripped into it, and her scar glowed. A small plant encircled her wrist, and the glow faded. In about an hour an arrow seed would have ripened. It prudeces about 40 arrows before it dies, and their magic fades. All she needed was simply a triangle and her own blood. Her eye scar would have sufficed, but she did not much care for a plant entrapping her head.