Time Stamp: 6th of Summer, 515AV
Location: The Bent Arrow Archery Range
Who: Kimora
Theme & Seasonal Goal: Find a moment of peace in all the chaos.
Turrin could already tell the tensions in the city was starting to rise with the frequent mizaharquakes. Now everyone was trapped in the city other than the endal who still had to head out and provide for the city. The myrian had already been starting starting to lock his doors of his aeries for extra security. Also, the endal mentioned to Drusilla that she should carry a dagger on her at all times. It was for her protection. He didn't want to loose her like he lost Syveris, so if he was being a little overprotective so be it. When Turrin made it to the ledge of the Bent Arrow, the endal knew that he was taking a risk by venturing out onto such a narrow path with tremors plaguing the city. Looking up at the early morning sky, the endal saw the Syna starting to rise on the horizon. The colors the sky goddess gave to those people lucky enough to be a awake this early in the morning was truly breathtaking. The horizon had a aura of deep orange, but the layers above the orange layer was yellowish-orange and eventually the top layer was a dark yellow. The endal took a deep breath and noticed the goddess must be painting a picture because the clouds over Thunder Bay added to the painting's beauty.
Looking up into the sky, Turrin noticed the endal lucky enough to get out of clearing rubble were able to head out into the Unforgiving in search of food to feed the trapped city. Sighing to himself at the luck of those fortunate endal, Turrin adjusted his short bow and walked to the archery range. Normally, the range would be filled with early morning hunters trying to hone their archery skills before they head out to hunt for food for the city, but the range was deserted accept for him and the vultures who been flying around the city after the cave in. Turrin walked over to the younger dek arrow runner and said in Nari with a nod, “It must be boring morning for you?”
When Turrin got closer to the dek, the young man quickly got out of his seat and said with a shake of his head, “No endal! I have been busy sweeping the range or chasing the buzzards out of the range, so no it hasn't been busy.”
Turrin should have realized that deks constantly worked otherwise they would be punished by the upper castes if they stopped working. With the rock slide, the deks and the chiets did most of the heavy lifting while the upper castes stood around and supervised. The Valintar could give out the orders for endal to assist the clean up, but he never specified how the help would be given by the Endal. It was mess, and the half-breed was sick and tired of arguing with his caste to do something else accept standing around and barking orders. Only a few endal including himself got their hands dirty lifting rocks. Turrin figured that he would get a few bells of peace before he went out back to the clean up effort. When the dek came back with the arrows, Turrin gave the young man a smile and said with nod, “Thank you for your swiftness...” The dek eyes seemed to brighten when he was thanked by a upper caste for doing his job. It might be the the only time in his life that he heard it.
Walking to the firing line, Turrin strapped the ranges quiver to his hip and pulled out a arrow. Getting into his stance, Turrin widened his feet, so the heels of his boots were horizontal to each other and the toes were pointed away from the target. With his short bow in his left hand, Turrin placed the notch of the arrow on the bowstring and turned his hip, so the half-breed side was facing the direction of the target. Lifting the short bow, Turrin lined up the tip of the metal arrow with the center of the circular target. Pulling back the bowstring to the tip of his nose, the myrian readjust his shot, so the metal tip lined up with the center of the bulls-eye. Letting the bowstring go, Turrin watched as the arrow whistled through the air and hit the target dead in the center of the target. The endal knew that he needed to review the basics of archery from time to time, so he didn't get lazy. To maintain his skill level, he must sometimes have to sacrifice the fun shots for quality shots. However, he figured that he should try to split his first arrow in two because why not?
Location: The Bent Arrow Archery Range
Who: Kimora
Theme & Seasonal Goal: Find a moment of peace in all the chaos.
Turrin could already tell the tensions in the city was starting to rise with the frequent mizaharquakes. Now everyone was trapped in the city other than the endal who still had to head out and provide for the city. The myrian had already been starting starting to lock his doors of his aeries for extra security. Also, the endal mentioned to Drusilla that she should carry a dagger on her at all times. It was for her protection. He didn't want to loose her like he lost Syveris, so if he was being a little overprotective so be it. When Turrin made it to the ledge of the Bent Arrow, the endal knew that he was taking a risk by venturing out onto such a narrow path with tremors plaguing the city. Looking up at the early morning sky, the endal saw the Syna starting to rise on the horizon. The colors the sky goddess gave to those people lucky enough to be a awake this early in the morning was truly breathtaking. The horizon had a aura of deep orange, but the layers above the orange layer was yellowish-orange and eventually the top layer was a dark yellow. The endal took a deep breath and noticed the goddess must be painting a picture because the clouds over Thunder Bay added to the painting's beauty.
Looking up into the sky, Turrin noticed the endal lucky enough to get out of clearing rubble were able to head out into the Unforgiving in search of food to feed the trapped city. Sighing to himself at the luck of those fortunate endal, Turrin adjusted his short bow and walked to the archery range. Normally, the range would be filled with early morning hunters trying to hone their archery skills before they head out to hunt for food for the city, but the range was deserted accept for him and the vultures who been flying around the city after the cave in. Turrin walked over to the younger dek arrow runner and said in Nari with a nod, “It must be boring morning for you?”
When Turrin got closer to the dek, the young man quickly got out of his seat and said with a shake of his head, “No endal! I have been busy sweeping the range or chasing the buzzards out of the range, so no it hasn't been busy.”
Turrin should have realized that deks constantly worked otherwise they would be punished by the upper castes if they stopped working. With the rock slide, the deks and the chiets did most of the heavy lifting while the upper castes stood around and supervised. The Valintar could give out the orders for endal to assist the clean up, but he never specified how the help would be given by the Endal. It was mess, and the half-breed was sick and tired of arguing with his caste to do something else accept standing around and barking orders. Only a few endal including himself got their hands dirty lifting rocks. Turrin figured that he would get a few bells of peace before he went out back to the clean up effort. When the dek came back with the arrows, Turrin gave the young man a smile and said with nod, “Thank you for your swiftness...” The dek eyes seemed to brighten when he was thanked by a upper caste for doing his job. It might be the the only time in his life that he heard it.
Walking to the firing line, Turrin strapped the ranges quiver to his hip and pulled out a arrow. Getting into his stance, Turrin widened his feet, so the heels of his boots were horizontal to each other and the toes were pointed away from the target. With his short bow in his left hand, Turrin placed the notch of the arrow on the bowstring and turned his hip, so the half-breed side was facing the direction of the target. Lifting the short bow, Turrin lined up the tip of the metal arrow with the center of the circular target. Pulling back the bowstring to the tip of his nose, the myrian readjust his shot, so the metal tip lined up with the center of the bulls-eye. Letting the bowstring go, Turrin watched as the arrow whistled through the air and hit the target dead in the center of the target. The endal knew that he needed to review the basics of archery from time to time, so he didn't get lazy. To maintain his skill level, he must sometimes have to sacrifice the fun shots for quality shots. However, he figured that he should try to split his first arrow in two because why not?
