83 Summer, 515 AV
9th Bell, Morning
The Watch, Endrykas
9th Bell, Morning
The Watch, Endrykas
"Come on," Sparrow smiled, standing with her hands on her hips outside the shooting range in The Watch training grounds, "I saw you sneak out of camp this morning at the crack of dawn; what took you so long to get here?"
Dravite smiled and approached his younger cousin with bow in hand, "spying on me cousin?"
"You have the stealth of a bear chasing fish in a stream; hard not to."
The man laughed fondly, "I tripped over the cooking pots is all."
"You know stealth and archery go hand in hand," Sparrow smiled.
"So you're telling me before we even get underway that I'm going to be terrible at this forever?"
The girl giggled, "No, I'm telling you to work on your stealth; we could do that today if you like?"
"Let's fire a few arrows first; I've worked myself up about it this morning."
Sparrow nodded and signalled for Dravite to step up to the shooting range; she pointed out the target that was closest to them which also happened to be the largest. The man with the wheat coloured hair took his mark and readied his stance, taking the position of feet, shoulders and arms into consideration. Sparrow put her hands on the man's hips and turned him just enough to make the shot more comfortable before he hooked an arrow to his string and studied the target.
"Watch your mark, check there is nothing important behind it; you don't want to kill anyone by mistake. Focus your aim and fire."
Dravite's shoulders shook as he held in his laughter, "the only thing I'm killing with this weapon is my pride."
"Focus," Sparrow insisted.
The horse lord took aim, pulled the bow string back, glanced at the target, its position on the horizon, and the land at its back before loosing his arrow. He lowered his arm quickly, knowing already that he had made a mistake, "I forgot to refocus my aim."
"And that it way your arrow now belongs to the tall grass," Sparrow smirked, "try again, cousin."
This time when Dravite set up his arrow, he remembered the 'instinctive shot' Sparrow had talked about, which was firing without sights, in their last lesson. He tipped his bow to adjust the shot just like she had shown him and looked down the length of the arrow. He checked the target, its surroundings and then refocused his aim before letting his arrow fly. The pointed length of wood whizzed through the air and grazed the left side of the target before flying off into the tall grass.
"Two," Sparrow teased, "two arrows for the tall grass."
"Watch it, cousin," Dravite scolded in jest, "or I'll make sure I lose you in the tall grass."
The two of them laughed and Sparrow put her hands on her hips. She watched her cousin for a moment before setting the scene. "A rabbit has stumbled into the area and you know you can take it down with your bow, but first, you have to take five little steps towards it without being noticed," she grinned and pointed to a stray rock as if to say 'there's your rabbit, now show me what you've got'.
Dravite turned slowly and kept his eye on the rock, taking a slow step forward before putting one foot in front of the other, sneaking up on his prey.
"Too late, it's gone," Sparrow shrugged.
"What?" Dravite frowned, "I was creeping an--"
"And you didn't even check to see where you were putting your feet," Sparrow told him, "your eyes were on the prize when you needed to consider both."
The horse lord looked down and realised he had disturbed a tussock of grass with his clumsy foot, "I see."
"Try again," the girl clapped.
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