Timestamp: 10th Day of Winter, 512 AV
Location: Twin Lakes, Shivias
Location: Twin Lakes, Shivias
The three made their way across the strip of grassland along Lake Shivias, towards the flat low area at the end. The sheer walls of Mount Skyinarta's crater towered above, dwarfing the hunters, the crystal waters of the smaller of the Twin Lakes lapping lightly at the shore beside them. They were enjoying a clear day, the warmth of the sunlight shredded by the cooler winter air flowing over the peak's walls and circulating within the crater.
Kovac, Arandolya and Aiven were acquaintances, for all were hunters in one capacity or another, but this would be the first time they spent any time together. The half-breed would have classified the three of them as Strikers. None of them were very adept at tracking or stalking prey. There were others who were skilled at that. Kovac and the girls were the ones who made the kill, their talents lying in the use of the bow. Aran and Aiven had mentioned working together on honing their archery skills, knowing Kovac was also an instructor. Kovac readily agreed, more than anxious to spend time with the women, both were young but skilled archers themselves, and rather attractive to boot. Teaching pathetic Yasi had worn his soul to a dull boredom. This was like a vacation.
Since the Inartan women and himself were well versed in basic archery, Kovac felt the ranges at Wind Reach would offer the hunters no real challenge. So he brought them to the range at the lake. Shayth and he had set one up the year before, and as they reached the range area near the edge of the crater, Kovac could see it was still intact. Several wooden structures were lined up at the end of the grassy lane. Targets on arms that swung, smaller targets among obstacles and other challenging contraptions offered the archers something to test their skill.
Kovac had worn his usual black bryda and low boots, but wore nothing over his torso but his dark katinu, which he left open. He had brought a waterskin and a small pack along with his composite bow and quiver of practice arrows. Setting the skin and pack down, he slung the quiver over his shoulder and gripped the bow in his hand. Turning towards the redheads, the mongrel grinned.
"So, what do you think?"