Riding Talise was more of a challenge than Lian ever could have imagined. Usually, she was very responsive to even the slightest request. She would respond quickly and amiably to his signals, enjoying the time they spent together. But even though she was allowing Lian to ride her, she was still very distracted. Most of the time, Lian had to give a signal several times before she noticed it. And when she did, she responded sluggishly, as though she had very little energy.
I should bring her to the Guided Horse when we get back. I know that they usually just board horses, but they may know who I should go to so I can get Talise looked over. If she's getting sick, or is injured in some way I can't see, then I want to know about it so I can help her. The last thing I want is for things to get worse. he thought worriedly.
As they continued, Lian kept Talise to a slow, leisurely walk. With her as distracted as she was, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to keep control of the situation if anything went wrong. If Talise were to startle badly because something spooked her when she was so preoccupied, Lian was painfully aware that he wouldn't be able to keep his strider from panicking. At a walk, he would suffer less damage if the worst happened, and she threw him.
The ride seemed to help somewhat. Although Talise was barely acknowledging his existence, she seemed to be less irritable than she was before. It was as though the ride was soothing her in some way.
After a while, things seemed to be going well, so Lian risked slipping into the Web for a brief check. There were no signs of danger anywhere near them, but an eagle gave a hunting cry in the moment Lian was leaving the Web. Talise started, and half reared in fright. Lian, who was disoriented from the transition back to his body, had no chance. He tumbled from her back with a startled shout, and landed hard on his rear. Lian swore for several minutes, but he tried to keep his voice down for fear he might startled Talise into bolting.
"Fine. I guess this is as good a place as any to get some practice in." he grumbled under his breath.
Lian unpacked his archer's target, and set it up. Then he took the yvas off of Talise. It wasn't something that he usually did. Putting it on took time, and if a dangerous predator drew near despite his monitoring the Web for just such a threat, moving quickly might be the one thing that kept him alive. Since his limited riding skills would not allow Lian to ride a horse without the aid of a yvas, it was a risk he wasn't usually willing to take.
But this was a special circumstance. Lian was very worried about Talise. She rarely ever showed any irritation at all, never mind this much. And when she did, the cause of her irritation was usually very clear to Lian. Her preoccupation on top of that made him even more concerned. Lian wanted his strider to be as comfortable as possible, so he decided to take the risk this time. With luck, she would relax if she felt more comfortable.
Lian watched Talise move off a short distance, and start grazing. Simply watching his strider gave him a sense of peace and contentment. But he didn't come out into the Sea of Grass to watch Talise graze. He came to practice with his short bow, and it was time that he did just that. Lian moved so that he stood several yards away from the target. Then he took his bow from his back, and pulled an arrow out of his quiver.
He gripped his bow in his left hand. Then he pointed it at the ground while he used his right hand to place the shaft of his arrow on the arrow rest. After that, he attached the back of the arrow to the bow string, fitting the string carefully into the notch at the end of the arrow. Then he just held that position for several minutes.
I know what to do...but I'm slow at it. I have to think about each step individually, focusing on it so that I don't make a mistake. I can't take a shot unless I've followed each step in order. This has to be habit...instinct. I can't afford to take the time to focus on each step individually every time I want to take a shot. How many times have I lost the prey I was going after because I was too slow in taking the shot? I have to get better. he vowed to himself.
If I don't, it may well cost me my life some day.
Lian released his position, and slung his bow over his back once more. Then he started over again, drawing his bow, and nocking his arrow. He repeated the process over and over again, trying to do it faster each time.
At first, trying to speed up his movements caused him to make errors. Sometimes he wouldn't grip the bow hard enough, and when he tried to put the arrow to the bow string, he'd fumble his grip, and drop the bow. Other times, he overcompensated, by gripping the bow so tightly that his hand would start to ache. The pain would distract him, diverting his attention so he couldn't focus on the next step as completely as he had to. There were times when he put too much pressure on the bow string when he fitted it into the notch on the arrow. In doing so, he risked accidentally firing the arrow into the ground.
But after a few hours of repeating the same movements over and over again, his efforts began to pay off. Lian found that he didn't need to think about what he was doing quite so much. Drawing his bow wasn't quite habit, or instinct, but it was easier for him to do. The progress he saw gave him hope that one day it would be as easy to do as breathing. In addition to that, he noticed that he was able to draw his bow a little faster than he could before. It wasn't a big difference, but even a few seconds could count at times when it came to hunting. And it was more the fact that he had made progress at all than how much progress he had made. Lian was confident that with time, he would get much faster so long as he kept practicing. |