Post by archer on Dec 26, 2011 2:28:45 GMT -5
Mist covers the top of a mountaintop to the south of Falkreath. A slow stream of blunt arrows strike a small number of targets. A low twang followed by a high smack four times. The mist clears to reveal a tightly bundled Bosmer, a bow in his hand and another arrow already nocked. Two more figures appear behind him.
"Eight seconds, a new record." A female nord calls out into the growing silence.
" I counted seven." A second Bosmer voice rings into the cold. "You should work on your counting, Angi, I think all the years in this mountain muddled your skills."
" Hah! I could shoot an arrow between your eyes from the top of this mountain to Windhelm, Faendal. And get your counting straight. It was three years."
" I don't know, it seems like you are growing a beard worthy of a damned Nord."
"Why you little-" Angi starts to reach for her bow when the bundled Bosmer, momentarily forgotten, reaches out and puts his hand in Angi's After he is sure she is calmed down the Bosmer replaces the nocked arrow and slings the bow around his shoulder.
"Now is not the time, or the place. I am sure you two are scaring all the deer within ten leagues of this place!"
"Come on, Archer, you know there are only trolls and ram this far up!" Faendal jokingly claims. Archer glances unnervingly at the other Bosmer for a fleeting moment then turns to Angi.
" Angi, we will be leaving soon. The food is scarce, the animals deadly, and I constantly have to glance over my shoulder in fear of a dragon chasing me down! I would feel better back in my forest."
Regret flashes through everyone in the Trio's face, but then duty takes over and Angi nods knowingly. "We all knew this day would come sooner or later. I only wish it was later rather than sooner." She then stands on her toes and gives Archer a kiss on the cheek before turning away, tears in her eyes, and tosses them a sack of food. "For the road." She takes off briskily toward the house, not looking back.
"What's her problem?" Faendal puts in to lighten the mood. When he turns to Archer, he finds that he is alone. Jogging to keep up Faendal reunites with his tactiturn companion he sighs inwardly. Sometimes he wishes that he had stayed in Riverwood with Camilla.
(to be continued.)
"Eight seconds, a new record." A female nord calls out into the growing silence.
" I counted seven." A second Bosmer voice rings into the cold. "You should work on your counting, Angi, I think all the years in this mountain muddled your skills."
" Hah! I could shoot an arrow between your eyes from the top of this mountain to Windhelm, Faendal. And get your counting straight. It was three years."
" I don't know, it seems like you are growing a beard worthy of a damned Nord."
"Why you little-" Angi starts to reach for her bow when the bundled Bosmer, momentarily forgotten, reaches out and puts his hand in Angi's After he is sure she is calmed down the Bosmer replaces the nocked arrow and slings the bow around his shoulder.
"Now is not the time, or the place. I am sure you two are scaring all the deer within ten leagues of this place!"
"Come on, Archer, you know there are only trolls and ram this far up!" Faendal jokingly claims. Archer glances unnervingly at the other Bosmer for a fleeting moment then turns to Angi.
" Angi, we will be leaving soon. The food is scarce, the animals deadly, and I constantly have to glance over my shoulder in fear of a dragon chasing me down! I would feel better back in my forest."
Regret flashes through everyone in the Trio's face, but then duty takes over and Angi nods knowingly. "We all knew this day would come sooner or later. I only wish it was later rather than sooner." She then stands on her toes and gives Archer a kiss on the cheek before turning away, tears in her eyes, and tosses them a sack of food. "For the road." She takes off briskily toward the house, not looking back.
"What's her problem?" Faendal puts in to lighten the mood. When he turns to Archer, he finds that he is alone. Jogging to keep up Faendal reunites with his tactiturn companion he sighs inwardly. Sometimes he wishes that he had stayed in Riverwood with Camilla.
(to be continued.)