My parents encouraged me to get into archery? But they never really pushed me towards going pro. Once I'd picked a sport, they let me sort of...find my own way.

[And it wasn't like they'd driven her to pick a sport, per se...more a weapon. Everything they'd urged her towards was combat adaptable...the gymnastics, track meets in grade school, even the firearms lessons she got in the name of safety were always laced with offers to teach her how to shoot when she got older.

Archery had been her only real say in the matter, and looking back, she was fairly sure it was merely a means to an end...a stepping stone. That, and a crossbow with a bolt dipped in wolfsbane could always do the job...

She shakes it off, moving to peer at another dead turkey. This one was another of Stephen's: the head was still attached, but most of it was gone. She gathers it up all the same, moving on to another felled bird she spots a few feet away, calling out over her shoulder so they could still converse.]

How hard did your folks push you?