[By the time Hayame has finished her scathing first response, she's already back to examining her arrows as if she doesn't expect him to still stand there trying to talk to her after she's dismissed him. She's partway through examining another of the arrows she'd pulled from an Achamite guard's corpse, stained halfway up the long shaft with hints of blood... When he just keeps talking.

Her eyes, dark grey and sharp, find him over the fletching... before she looks back to the arrow again, scoffing.]

You're an amateur.

[She doesn't seem to be brooking an argument on that one. After all, what- the first of the Aions who had arrived in this world had done so moon or two before her, had they not? So even if he had begun learning the art that very day...]

It takes at least five years to finish an apprenticeship.

[To think... she had nothing but praise for Rand's work, all she had to do was look at her own bow to know he obviously had been practicing the art from a young age, as was proper... but she'd thought he'd at least not be so foolish as to allow this...]

Does Rand al'Thor know that you're disgracing his name like this, claiming him as master while trying to claim an expertise you do not have?

[She makes a note to herself to inform him. Best to nip vainproud apprentices before they said the wrong thing to the wrong person while handing out substandard work.]