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Post by dragonfire on Jan 21, 2009 18:40:38 GMT -6
Brogan was not an especially violet person, but she did enjoy shooting. It required skill and concentration, and it was a great way to get some exercise. Of course, shooting a target was different from shooting a person, but she would get to that when it happened.
Narrowing her eyes, she positioned her arrow and aimed at the target at the end of the field. Drawing her bow back, she shot and watched as the arrow lodged into a target a couple of rings away from the bullseye.
Not bad, but if you were shooting a moving target, you had once chance to make the bullseye. She strung the bow once more and was starting to aim when she felt a sudden weight on her shoulder. Shrieking, she let go of the bow and the arrow dropped down to the ground. Valor chirped in her ear, amused.
"Valor! Don't sneak up on me when I'm shooting," Brogan scolded the bronze. She shook him off, and he zipped around the field behind her while she prepared to shoot again.
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Post by stolenhart on Jan 23, 2009 18:15:03 GMT -6
"And what would you do if", a man's voice ran out, "I was the enemy and that had been my flitt?" The man revealed himself to be tall, as tall as was normal, very slim, almost effeminate looking. What saved him was the black goatee and mustache on his youthful face. it made him seem older than his years and slightly handsome. Green eyes stared at Brogan as he waited for the answer to her questions.
A green dragon, the exact same shade as his eyes, looked over his shoulder as if she too wanted to know the answer. "You can't just leave off shooting becuase your flitt decides to touch your shoulder. It doesn't work that way", he explained, stalking towards her with a fluid grace. Riders, for the most part, didn't learn the bow. It was no good on dragonback, the arrows weren't big enough to do no harm to a dragon or stay on path to hit a rider. "I could have snuck up on you while you retrieved your arrow and slit your throat".
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Post by dragonfire on Jan 23, 2009 19:42:56 GMT -6
Brogan flinched again when a man's voice interrupted her concentration, but this time she kept her cool, managing not to drop the arrow. She lowered the bow slowly, a touch perturbed at the interruption, but she faced the man who had spoken with a cheerful smile on her face. She recognized him as a greenrider, although she didn't know his name. Now that she was still, Valor returned to perch on her shoulder.
A blush colored her cheeks when his words sunk in. Brogan felt a twinge of anger, but quickly squashed it. The man was completely right. "That isn't likely. There are hardly any flitts in the North," she said pragmatically, a smile touching her face to show that her answer wasn't completely serious. "I guess I need to develop a more steely will," she acknowledged.
"I thank you for pointing it out," she admitted. Even though she was annoyed at having her mistake noticed, she appreciated the rider speaking up. "Do you have any more advice for me to hit that bull's eye?"
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Post by stolenhart on Jan 23, 2009 19:57:38 GMT -6
"But you aren't likely to be fighting anyway", he noted. South did not use girls in their fighting forces. And he bet it would be many Turns before the golds were allowed back into combat. "But a steely will would not hurt you none", he shrugged, stepping over so he wouldn't have to shout. Regryth snorted at the flitt and settled herself down. She was not overly fond of flitts herself, she considered them annoying and not worth the trouble.
He laughed, "I would like to be a manly man and say I know all about it, but unfortunately", he shrugged, "I am not nor will I ever be an archer. I couldn't tell you how to hit that bulls eyes anymore than I could tell you how to have a baby", he told her with a twinkle in his eye and a smile. He might prefer men but that just meant he'd never have kids, as for archery well, he was more of a knife fighter himself.
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Post by dragonfire on Jan 24, 2009 17:16:19 GMT -6
Brogan nodded. She wasn't upset at all that women were kept from the fighting forces. "I'm a Healer, anyway, so I need to stay on the sidelines," she added. She watched as the green dragon settled down, admiring the dragon for a moment. Even though she could never Impress one, she liked the small, graceful blues and greens. Valor shifted on her shoulder, sending her an image of him perching on the green's head, but Brogan sent him a firm command to stay where he was.
She chuckled when he admitted to his lack of knowledge on shooting. "Guess I'll just have to keep trying," she said. Deciding to change the subject, she turned to a common topic these days. "Have you seen the clutch yet?"
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Post by stolenhart on Jan 24, 2009 21:55:49 GMT -6
I'tel nodded when she asked him about the clutch. He rolled a piece of grass around in his mouth before answering. "I have yes, I was on the sands when they returned with them. I've also been helping the dragons turn the eggs and check them", he added, picking up an arrow and studying the fletching on the end of it. He set it back down with a sigh.
Is she Searched mine?, Regryth asked, studying the girl. "Doubtful", he studied the girl himself at the moment. "She wants to know if you've been Searched yet", I'tel asked Brogan giving the flitt a stare as well.
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Post by dragonfire on Jan 25, 2009 9:41:38 GMT -6
Brogan shook her head, his question taking her by surprise. It wasn't like she hadn't thought of the Gold egg on the sands, but she hadn't been counting on a Search, either. Maybe he was just curious, though. "No, sir, I haven't," she said, trying to keep the excitement from her voice.
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