Spring 14th 10th Bell, 10th Chime.
The 14th Day, also the 4th day since he’d been back to Syliras. He was back on the training fields with an archery target in his sites at a 20 foot distance. It was an easy target to be sure and his Patron admitted so to him as she watched Kreig lower himself to set the string of his crossbow back over nutt, latching it into place. “ So shouldn’t I be practice shooting at a farther distance, Sera? I mean, sure my aim still could use some work but I’m pretty accurate at this distance” His patron paused for a moment of brief thought, then nodded her head in agreement as she stood from the side.
“ Be that as it may, Kreig. It never hurts to practice the basics. They are the foundations after all, even for something like the crossbow.” Kreig conceded to her point as he stayed silent and lifted the bow to his shoulders and took a shooting stance after placing the bolt over the grooves of weapon; tucked gently in front of the nutt. “ There is also another reason, truth be told. But I will tell you after you take your shot ”
‘Another reason? I wonder what could that be…’ Kreig grunted in acknowledgment, laying that thought to rest for a moment as he aimed down the sight of his weapon; taking in the distance of the target which comprised of merely a set of four rings gathering around a single red circle. The two rings closest to the circle were called the inner rings, with the second ring circling around the first of course. Conversely, the two further were called the outer rings. Thus his target was simple; all he had to make sure was the target and preferably dead center.
He took a breath, steadying his arms to as still as he possibly could at his level as he aimed for the red circle. He pulled the trigger and with a twang the bolt was catapulted into the air at a harrowing speed before lodging into the second inner ring at its top right corner, not even close to the borders of the first inner ring. Kreig winced as he lowered his crossbow “ Could’ve done better….”
“ And you shall do better…” Said his patron as he approached him with an encouraging smile and patted him on the shoulder “ Just need to try better. But that can wait for a few ticks…. The other reason I have you training at this distance is simple; Another Patron wishes for you to teach his squire in the proper usage of the crossbow ”
Kreig’s brow raised in shock and confusion at that “ Teach another squire….? But Sera, I’m still learning myself!”
“ True, but you’ve come a long way since you began. You’re more than capable of teaching him.”
“Wel…uh… Why me specifically?! Surely there are more experience members capable of teaching the Patron’s squire instead of me.” Natasha nodded, conceding that point, but there was a mischievous glint in her otherwise professional demeanor that said something very different.
“ Because I volunteered you” Kreig’s jaw dropped at that, she volunteered him…… that didn’t make him feel better really, although to be volunteered meant much about her confidence in his shooting skills “ One day you might become a patron yourself, Kreig. So learning how to teach is an essential skill you might need. I believe you’d be suited for such a task”
Kreig slumped in defeat, that confidence in him was like a mother telling her son the same thing “Well…when are we meeting this squire?”
“Right about….now”
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The 14th Day, also the 4th day since he’d been back to Syliras. He was back on the training fields with an archery target in his sites at a 20 foot distance. It was an easy target to be sure and his Patron admitted so to him as she watched Kreig lower himself to set the string of his crossbow back over nutt, latching it into place. “ So shouldn’t I be practice shooting at a farther distance, Sera? I mean, sure my aim still could use some work but I’m pretty accurate at this distance” His patron paused for a moment of brief thought, then nodded her head in agreement as she stood from the side.
“ Be that as it may, Kreig. It never hurts to practice the basics. They are the foundations after all, even for something like the crossbow.” Kreig conceded to her point as he stayed silent and lifted the bow to his shoulders and took a shooting stance after placing the bolt over the grooves of weapon; tucked gently in front of the nutt. “ There is also another reason, truth be told. But I will tell you after you take your shot ”
‘Another reason? I wonder what could that be…’ Kreig grunted in acknowledgment, laying that thought to rest for a moment as he aimed down the sight of his weapon; taking in the distance of the target which comprised of merely a set of four rings gathering around a single red circle. The two rings closest to the circle were called the inner rings, with the second ring circling around the first of course. Conversely, the two further were called the outer rings. Thus his target was simple; all he had to make sure was the target and preferably dead center.
He took a breath, steadying his arms to as still as he possibly could at his level as he aimed for the red circle. He pulled the trigger and with a twang the bolt was catapulted into the air at a harrowing speed before lodging into the second inner ring at its top right corner, not even close to the borders of the first inner ring. Kreig winced as he lowered his crossbow “ Could’ve done better….”
“ And you shall do better…” Said his patron as he approached him with an encouraging smile and patted him on the shoulder “ Just need to try better. But that can wait for a few ticks…. The other reason I have you training at this distance is simple; Another Patron wishes for you to teach his squire in the proper usage of the crossbow ”
Kreig’s brow raised in shock and confusion at that “ Teach another squire….? But Sera, I’m still learning myself!”
“ True, but you’ve come a long way since you began. You’re more than capable of teaching him.”
“Wel…uh… Why me specifically?! Surely there are more experience members capable of teaching the Patron’s squire instead of me.” Natasha nodded, conceding that point, but there was a mischievous glint in her otherwise professional demeanor that said something very different.
“ Because I volunteered you” Kreig’s jaw dropped at that, she volunteered him…… that didn’t make him feel better really, although to be volunteered meant much about her confidence in his shooting skills “ One day you might become a patron yourself, Kreig. So learning how to teach is an essential skill you might need. I believe you’d be suited for such a task”
Kreig slumped in defeat, that confidence in him was like a mother telling her son the same thing “Well…when are we meeting this squire?”
“Right about….now”
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