Spring 20, 511 AV
Dimitri walked into the stables with his quiver on his hip and bow on his back, enjoying the sunshine peaking through the cloudy weather. He could smell the impending rain mixing with the grass carried on the wind. He loved coming before it stormed, allowed for more open space in the training yard. He intended to teach himself how to fire a bow a from a moving horse. He knew it would take a while to do so, but you have to start somewhere. He looked around the stables and found a reddish brown mixed breed. He quickly got it's cleaning kit out. First he brushed the horse head to leg with the stiff brush using small concentric circles. Then he grabbed another brush to remove the dirt the first brush brought to the surface of the fur. After removing that he used another brush to smooth down the fur on the legs and tail. When he finished up he mounted the horse bareback.
He led the horse out of the stable and walked it around the yard, to allow it to get used to his weight, and for himself to get used to it's feel. As he steered with his knees, he began leading the horse to the squire training grounds. Many people were clearing the streets, as the wind stopped blowing, a calm before a storm. He arrived in the yard and arrived at the archery targets. He sat upon the horse about half his bow's shot range away from the targets. He drew and strung his bow. He then grabbed an arrow and nocked it. He looked down the end of the shaft, trying to get used to the height difference. As he pulled the arrow back, he found his legs squeezing the horse a bit tighter. He realized this was to adjust to the lack of a stable base from standing. He breathed, lined up the shot and released it.