BSH: Chapter 2- Encounter
Over the next week, Felicity found time to craft a new bow. She stayed later, risking the darkened streets of Starling for her walk home. But that risk would be worth it.
While Ramon was talented, he lacked her finesse with Dubrowski crystals. The wooden structure of the bow was stable, preventing shocks to the wielder when fired, but the iron was too heavy for the wood, which allowed it to shatter.
The Hood’s bow had to be light, supple enough to bend but not break, and have use of proper mechanics. Copper wire as well as brass- a lighter but stronger metal– and Felicity used wood as the bow’s base, the handle as well as two wings to hold the shape. Ramon had the right idea, going for lightness and suppleness. However, Felicity had experience in experimenting and going where no man dared. Her time in Boston– well, it had widened her scope of understanding, despite the pain it brought.
Felicity knew the perfect material to use for the handle’s grip: Ivory. Delicate, yet strong, it would embellish the bow, make it unique. Perfect for the man who kept this city a little safer for her. Getting ivory, however, would be the challenge. Even her supplier who dealt in rarer items was squirrelly about the ivory.
“Come back next week,” Rene told her, glancing around his market stall. Vegetables were laid out, most of them wilted. It was just a front for his real business. “I might be able to get my hands on some. But you have to make me something in return. A customer got wind of your special something. Wants a couple. I could make some huge turnaround, easily get your ivory.”
Felicity hesitated. The more she made of her “specialty” the more she risked exposure. Was it really worth it for the ivory?
Yes. Anything to show up Ramon.
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