He would say no more, and when she later asked Anest, he was as mystified as she.
Her skill as an archer became quickly apparent as she showed an uncanny ability to hit a moving target. She enjoyed the sport of archery immensely, despite the blisters it gave her tender fingers at first, though Anest worried that she saw it merely as a game, and not the kind of skill one needed to survive in this ungentle world. "Ah, well," he thought, "that is a test that may come all too soon."
There came a day when, out of curiosity, Anest tossed a small sack of wood-shavings high into the air, having told Lily to loose as many arrows at it as she could before it fell back to earth. The first missed altogether, but the next two found their mark, and the last grazed it before it hit the ground.
With a cheer, Anest put his hands on her waist and hoisted her into the air.
"Ai!" she cried, "put me down! I am not a creature of the air!"
"Ah, Lily," he said, laughing, and setting her down again, "you are a wonder. I don't think I really understood what happiness was until you made me see it."