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entrancelogs2016-04-02 11:42 pm
noble_son) wrote in entrancelogs2016-04-02 11:42 pm
[OPEN]
Who: Nathaniel & YOU
Where: In the grounds
When: Far too early in the morning (4am - 6am), April 1st
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nathaniel finds his way outside with a rudimentary archery target and a couple of lanterns. In the dark.
The Story:
He found it chilly when he stepped outdoors, but not enough to make him shiver. The cool air prickled through his clothing and nipped at his fingers for a few minutes before the mild exertion of walking warmed his blood enough to drive it off.
Carrying a large, round archery target under one arm and two lanterns in his hand, he moved far enough from the mansion to not be too much at risk of hitting anyone with a stray arrow (though close enough to be seen should someone peek out of the door or glance through a window) and carefully hung the target on the lowest bough of a tree. Beneath it and slightly behind, he set one lantern, retreating with the other and putting it down by his feet some three hundred yards away from his target.
THUNK
The first arrow hit with a satisfying sound and swung the target back, making the tree branch bob up and down.
He could be found there for the next couple of hours, long after the sky began to turn light and the lanterns became little more than ornaments. He paused briefly to turn them off when they were no longer needed, setting them together not far from where he stood. Almost anyone venturing near would find themselves easily spotted, the bow in his hand lowered and a small nod given to allow them to pass without danger.
[while Nathaniel is not overtly affected by the event in this post, I welcome anyone who is :D]
Where: In the grounds
When: Far too early in the morning (4am - 6am), April 1st
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nathaniel finds his way outside with a rudimentary archery target and a couple of lanterns. In the dark.
The Story:
He found it chilly when he stepped outdoors, but not enough to make him shiver. The cool air prickled through his clothing and nipped at his fingers for a few minutes before the mild exertion of walking warmed his blood enough to drive it off.
Carrying a large, round archery target under one arm and two lanterns in his hand, he moved far enough from the mansion to not be too much at risk of hitting anyone with a stray arrow (though close enough to be seen should someone peek out of the door or glance through a window) and carefully hung the target on the lowest bough of a tree. Beneath it and slightly behind, he set one lantern, retreating with the other and putting it down by his feet some three hundred yards away from his target.
THUNK
The first arrow hit with a satisfying sound and swung the target back, making the tree branch bob up and down.
He could be found there for the next couple of hours, long after the sky began to turn light and the lanterns became little more than ornaments. He paused briefly to turn them off when they were no longer needed, setting them together not far from where he stood. Almost anyone venturing near would find themselves easily spotted, the bow in his hand lowered and a small nod given to allow them to pass without danger.
[while Nathaniel is not overtly affected by the event in this post, I welcome anyone who is :D]
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No, not by a long shot. Nathaniel is no stranger to not getting what he wants, but he has never been refused something simply on account of his gender. He glances at the bow in his hand, then back to the girl.
"Though I don't know that you could draw this."
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She's actually smaller than he thought she'd be while she'd been speaking to him from up there. He glances from her to the bow, then pulls an arrow from his quiver.
"Then let's see it," he says, offering both to her.
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She takes both the bow and arrow, swapping them around so that she's firing with her dominant left hand. It does take much more effort to pull the arrow back on a bigger bow, but with gritted teeth and her arm trembling from the strain, she manages it. She's so impressed with herself for doing so, however, that her aim goes off completely - the arrow veers off to the left and is lost through the trees.
Nevertheless, Arya looks triumphant. "Told you."
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"Mm, you did," he replies, one corner of his mouth ticking up. "But you could have hurt yourself."
He wouldn't be surprised if tomorrow she finds herself with a sore back. Forcing that kind of muscle tension is never good for an unprepared body. "If you find a bow with less poundage, and you're willing, I could tutor you."
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Her eyes light up at the offer of tutoring, making her look even younger. "Would you really? I can get a bow from my wardrobe probably -- it's already given me about thirty swords after all."
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"I would."
Nathaniel is self taught, only because archery became an act of rebellion that he could not be kept from engaging in. If someone shows a wish to learn, he doesn't think that they should be held back.
"What's your name?"
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"I'm Arya."
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"When you have a bow, contact me, and we will arrange some training."