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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.
And I just asked Ellis a question. XD
He can answer or not or just shrug.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
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.
Tagging some old people
Oh my gracious. XD
What Elishavet said and also:
From the perspective of someone who’s both attended college, is attending college, and has worked in college admissions offices…Remember, colleges want students. Colleges need students. They will be looking for reasons to make you pick them, not reasons to turn you away. They want you.
With that in mind, having your paperwork together, dressing business like (literally like you mean business), and having a prepared list of questions for them (tuition? Financial aid? College life? Degree plans?) will make them want you as a prospective student and not just a prospective tuition.
In short, if you look like someone who wants a degree, cares about your grades, and is relatively prepared to figure both of those out, you’ll do perfectly fine (even if you’re not sure what degree plan you’re going for yet).
Just having an interview is a big accomplishment. Good job! You can do this.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
I pronounced that Moth-er and that is somehow quite fitting.
Ari
The tension in his shoulders eased slightly. He nodded and pushed away from the table.
“Come on then.”
Students still meandered around the courtyard. Clumps of them stood followed various instructors like swarms of bees. Ari headed straight for the enclosed archery range, ignoring the hussle that parted around him.
But Moth was small. Ari glanced behind him once to check on the faery boy and his friend and once more as he reached the door. The school wisely did their best to contain stray arrows and so had put a whole wall and roof between the range and the rest of the gymnasium. Stifling, that.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
I tried typing Moth and it autocorrected to Mother and I almost started laughing very loudly to myself in public
*Snort laughs in a very public but very empty hallway*
Ari
He slowly nodded. Linguistics wasn’t for another three hours–not till after lunch, and of course Choir this evening. The school had tried to saddle him with other classes; diplomacy, dancing, philosophy, ethics. Tried unsuccessfully.
Stop staring off into space like a brainless statue.
“Yes.” He flinched at his own voice. “I was–am.”
It was odd talking to other students, but Moth and Ellis, they were both new. They’d leave him alone eventually.
He reached up to squeeze the back of his neck.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
I honestly don’t know who would
Ari
He looked back at moth, curious, but let that remark pass. Could whistling be heard in the void?
“What were you two up to before you decided to come and ruin my swords practice?” Not that he liked swords. The interruption was almost welcome…but he’d definitely not say that outloud.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Thank you Whaley, I am now concerned for Ellis and Lucien.
Ari
“I don’t know. What makes you think they would?” Frustration boiled up, clenching his nails into his skin as Moth continued to stare at him. “They’re my half-brothers. Some fighting is normal, but inheritence isn’t determined by a few scuffles. Maybe they wouldn’t care if–”
His eyes snapped shut. He let out a tight huff.
“This intruder could be anyone. He could even be an assassin that got the wrong room number. It would be unwise to make assumptions.”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Moth: *Wants to protect Ari*
Ari: *Is practically twice his height, and is older and tougher*
XD
He needs it, Moth. He needs it.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Ari
In competition? That seemed to light a word.
“Me? No.” He looked down as he pulled off the padded sparring gloves. “My father has four sons older than my brother and me. And besides, what with his brothers gone, there’s plenty of land and titles to go round.”
Don’t be an idiot. He slapped the gloves against the table behind him. Two firstborns in the same family. Styrn may not care. The others…
It didn’t have to. Not for him. Ari’s shoulders straightened. He wasn’t going to be in this mess much longer.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Ari
His attention snapped back to Moth.
“Just…wondering. Family traits tend to run strong with us.” Black hair, dark eyes, murder. Yes, family traits.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Ari
Moth would be keeping watch as well. But what exactly did a fairy mean by watching?
It didn’t make much of a difference. Ari pushed away from the table.
“If you like. I was going to head to the archery targets once I was done here…” His voice trailed off as his gaze turned to wards where Jasper was still gadding about. His jaw tightened.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
