Ithiel is by Raze!
Though Ithiel took no pleasure in insulting the tawny male, he could not say the same for the fire-streaked youth's commanding attitude toward one much her senior in age -- though not maturity. She was almost an adult, but still perhaps susceptible to youth's impulsiveness and vices -- one of which might have been indulgence in a trickster's jokes. Col was just such a trickster and a distraction, and Wraith shut him out effectively as Ithiel, admonishing him in the same breath. For that he spared a smile, just a small one -- and a slight nod of his head.
I was just kidding, Col said darkly. I'll pay attention, he added quickly, peering over toward Ithiel's back and the parts of Wraith not obscured by the dusky coyote. He could see nothing of the younger coyote's stance, holding, or anything that was being taught. This was precisely what Ithiel wanted; at the Tirones's words, he stepped aside to allow the man to properly see, though he still devoted his attention to Wraith as the better pupil.
Yes, he said, stepping back and lowering his head to take a look at her finger positioning from a better angle. Do the string and the arrow feel comfortable? You can hold it differently. That is the most natural way. Ithiel himself preferred a draw called, for some inexplicable reason, the Mongolian draw -- Scintillans used varying methods, but it was said this draw was the best for horseback archery, and so it was what Ithiel had learned.
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