[p] sleeping in the sand

Ithiel de le Poer · 05-23-2012, 09:58 AM

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Ithiel is by Kitty!

It was good to have a student willing to learn -- too many were like Col. They were self-assured and already absolutely confident in their unskilled ability; any sort of criticism or helpful advice was seen as an affront to their prowess. While Ithiel considered himself knowledgeable and skilled, neither was he perfect, and he understood very well he might lose learning opportunities by dismissing the rest of the world as useless.

The dusty hybrid watched her reseat the string, nodding as she seemed to grasp at it properly. When she moved to aim the arrow, he shuffled back, watching with sharp interest as she let fly. Though the arrow missed and she seemed to catch herself with the bowstring, neither was it an entirely hopeless shot. There was enough power behind that, at least, he commented, deciding not to mention aiming. That came later -- it was enough for now that she learned to hold bow, arrow, and string properly. Neither Wraith nor any other apprentice archer could hope to learn techniques of aiming before they learned how to use the basic tools.

The dark coyote lifted his gaze and looked for more arrows. He did not wish to wander over into the shooting area -- Col might decide now was a good time to practice chucking rocks, after all. Hold on. Make sure he doesn't shoot or throw anything, the Praetorian said, tossing his muzzle at Col. With that, he turned toward the tree, retrieving first the arrows he'd embedded into the target. Then, he searched behind the tree, fetching two of the arrows that had missed the tree entirely, and a third whose origin was as yet unknown -- perhaps a leftover from an earlier session.

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