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The arrow made a satisfying thunk as it embedded itself into the tree trunk, the shaft protruding dead center of the hastily carved circle he had made in the middle. Tamlin’s golden head tilted, assessing his handiwork for any improvements that could be made to his accuracy, before beginning his walk towards the oak tree. He wasn’t far outside Amherst when he decided to do a bit of target practice, a feeling of restlessness overcoming him. It had been hard to find a suitable distraction from his own thoughts of late, and he had set out alone to the lands in the East. Too late he had remembered that it had been the very trek he had taken to retrieve Fennore and bring her to New Caledonia, but he had done his best to keep his resolve, choosing instead to alter his route to bring forth unfamiliar landmarks.
He wasn’t the first man to be rejected by a pretty woman, and he needed to stop acting a fool and get over it.
The exercise of traveling to a new location had been sufficient at first, and when that had failed he had turned to his archery to entertain himself. Perhaps it had been a mistake to leave without his golden eagle or horse to accompany him, but he had thought that practicing scouting without them he would have presented with more of a challenge… Now he just missed Sabriel’s broken dialogue, and the calm brown eyes of the buckskin. Maybe you’re just looking for an excuse to be melancholy, he thought to himself, prying the arrow from the tree and walking back to a fallen log where he had settled his belongings. The summer sun was shining prettily, and the birdsong rang out in the happy calls of warblers. By all accounts, it was a lovely day.
The Sunwarden sat down upon the log, tying up his long red hair into a ponytail as he stared quite determinedly at the ground. He most certainly wasn’t going to return home until he could acknowledge the beauty of the Nova Scotia summer and quit acting the part of a sullen teenager.