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Lucian
“You’ve never worked for nobility before, have you?” Lucian said. He did what she wanted anyway, feeling mildly amused. Onyx didn’t seem to understand what he was doing at first and pulled her head away, but after some gentle coaxing under his breath, he was able to get her to stay still.
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
I Am Alive!!!!!
*Ahem*
I love the cat. Such attitude, such floof.
Ari
Rythmic thuds of broadheads into targets pulsed as a heartbeat. Only a handful of students were practicing, their vows a range from graceful limbed recurves to longbows as tall as their archers. High windows some fifteen feet up the outer wall let in fresh air and sunlight. Ari lead Moth and the other boy to a carefully organized arsenal. He picked up a long wooden rod.
“I’m assuming you’ve never had your draw length measured. Put you… actually, which eye…” He paused, studying the golden boy. Did fairy’s have dominant eyes? “Never mind. Hold you left arm straight out.”
He held the stick to Moth’s arm, sliding it till he had one end centered under Moth’s chin, then checked marked how far the fairy’s palm came to the other end.
“Hmm.” For a moment he considered just how small Moth was. Then he shrugged and set the stick down by the rack of bows. Numbers ran across the top of the arsenal and down the side. He scanned them before picking up a light recurve.
“This one should be a good length. Let’s start off with fifteen pounds until you are consistently hitting a target.” Because handing a hundred war bow to a beginner was dangerous and cruel. Hard to control a thing you could barely draw. He turned his attention to Ellis.
“You know your draw length?”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
And I just asked Ellis a question. XD
He can answer or not or just shrug.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
George
“Sort of have. What, should I be afraid of you?” George pushed her hat brim up so she could size Lucian up. Her eyes narrowed into dark slits.
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I Am Alive!!!!!
Good to hear it! XD
Such attitude, such floof.
The more attitude and floof, the better.
Did fairy’s have dominant eyes? “Never mind.
I would imagine so. I have not decided if he is a righty or a lefty.
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Ellis
He shook his head. “I haven’t done archery in a long while. You may need to teach me as well.”
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Lucian
Lucian seemed to consider this. He continued brushing his horse, not looking over at her.
“No,” he decided after a moment’s pause. “I’m nice.” He finished brushing, gave Onyx’s snout an affectionate pat, and then tossed the brush back.
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
Ari
He nodded and picked up the rod.
“Arm.” Ari quickly measured Ellis’s draw length and went back to the rack of bows. A slightly longer recurve would do.
“Here. This one’s about fifteen pounds too. I don’t want you two shooting me with a bow you can’t control. If you’re going to shoot someone it had better be on purpose.” He turned to take down his own bow, a recurve with long black limbs. Silver letters in the old script swirled down it’s length. A gift from his mother’s dead father.
Oh stop it. Focus.
“Arrows. And arm guards. Come this way.”
A drawer beside the arsenal yielded up and leather arm guard for each of his students. A case on the other side gave them three quivers of target arrows.
“Ready?”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Ellis
Ellis went first. He cocked an arrow and raised his bow, desperately thinking back to the few lessons he had years before. He drew the bow and released it. The arrow managed to hit the target, but just barely. At least he hadn’t accidentally shot Ari.
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
@loopylin Not to butt in but when you’re talking about bows and arrows, it’s nocked, not cocked. Cocked is for guns.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
@keilah-h right yes I knew that sounded weird. I wrote that when I was half asleep
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
@loopylin makes sense lol, you’re welcome btw!
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
This is making me want to go out and shoot some guns again
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
Hey, shooting stuff is fun.
Just going to pull from my own very limited experience with archery. If someone else has expertise you might need to help. XD
Ari
He hadn’t meant for either of the boys to actually start shooting yet, but Ellis had certainly some idea of what to do, though he used a draw Ari had never tried. Slow, yes, and his shoulder was going to hurt once he picked up anything heavier. But then, speed and drawing took consistent practice, which Ellis had admitted to a lack of.
Might as well start the lesson now.
“Use your back muscles when drawing, not just your arm or you’ll tear something.” He bent and strung his bow as he spoke. “Carful when stringing and unstringing. It’s easy to break your bow–or your skin. I’ve seen some rather interesting things happen when bow parts start flying.”
He dropped an arrow onto his own string forcing himself to move slowly. His ring hooked caught the string in a smooth draw. Thumb touched ear, string brushed lip. He let go. The target arrow whipped through the straw target and buried itself in the hay bale wall behind. The hole left behind was just outside the center circle.
One dead goblin.
He handed Moth a leather ring. “Put that on your right hand. Thumb if you want to try what I just did, first finger if you’d rather pinch the arrow nock.”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
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