18th Summer 513AV
It had been a long time since Nate had gotten any free time for himself. The past few months, heck the past half a year, had been hard for the young man. His mother Natalia had been ill, and not just the normal kind of ill. One of the Frostfawn Hold's primary falconers had almost died.
Nate had pretty much given up all of his spare time to look after his mother. He had been hunting in the Reaches during every spare moment he had. The boy had to bring in even more money than usual to pay for her medicine on top of food for himself. Ascha had pretty much abandoned him too; a group of youngsters had taken to looking after the dog for him.
A few weeks ago Natalia had started to recover, much to the great relief of Nate and his Hold. Day by day she was getting stronger and as a result, Nate had finally been able to find an afternoon to do what he wanted to do.
As it was, the young man was now sitting on the fence that surrounded the archery range. It had been a long time since he had practised here, though thankfully he had not been short of targets due to his extra hunting. He had left his shorbow at home though; he didn't feel like shooting today. He simply stared at the ground as if waiting for pictures or words to appear before him.
