Winter 19th 512 AV
8th Bell, Morning
Outskirts of The Docks, Near Lake
Aradia had not heard from anyone about a training facility anywhere in Ravok. Which she wouldn't of asked anyone anyways. She could not find one either walking the streets. So she did what any other fighter would do, she went to the out skirts of the Docks, away from prying eyes, and found a quiet private place near the trees and lake.
Aradia kept her cross bow hidden underneath her cloak, to keep curious eyes off of her, and to make sure she did not give anyone a reason to follow her. She pulled it out from underneath her cloak, brushing its cool surface with the palm of her hand. Her mother's smiling face framed with her light red hair positioned itself in Aradia's mind. Then she saw her father, his dark hair shimmering with blue and green tints, his eyes changing colors with his moods, and the wonderful lullabies he played her on his flute. Her throat clenched as tears welled up in her violet eyes. I miss you mom and dad.. Aradia whispered to the bow, as tears flowed freely from her eyes. At least here in private she could release the pain inside, there was no one around that would consider her weak and cowardly for doing so.
She wiped at her cheeks and eyes with her cloak, drying the liquid, and taking a sharp breath to calm her emotions. She came here to train, to become better and stronger. With that thought in her mind, she abandoned her mother and fathers faces, she needed to train. Aradia pulled her backpack off of her left shoulder, placing it on the frozen ground. Then she unbuttoned her cloak, folding it neatly, and placing it on top of her backpack.
She stepped a few steps away from her belongings, but kept them near her and in clear sight, as she started stretching her muscles, stiff from not being used in awhile. When she was done with her stretching, she picked up her short bow, grabbed one of her arrows. She placed the arrow on the hard thread of her short bow, pulling back just to get the feel of the weapon again. Once she repeated this a few times she placed the arrow and short bow on the ground, glancing around for something soft and shoot at, so she wouldn't have to waste a lot of arrows. She glanced at the shore of lake, and saw several pieces of drift wood laying there. Rotted wood.. It just may work. Aradia thought to herself, as she walked down to the shore, and picked the soft pieces of rotted wood from the sand, bringing them back to the grassy knoll.
Aradia positioned the smaller piece of the wood she collected 20 yards away, then the next to the smallest 40 yards away, the next piece she placed 60 yards away, and the largest piece of the wood she placed 80 yards away. Once she had the pieces of wood positioned where she liked them she went back to her mark and started to loosen up her arms and legs, stretching her stiff muscles to make her movements more fluid.