Camping With The Hand - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
2/8/478
Log
A soft rumble sounds, and soon enough, Katrina enters the area, wearing a black leather outfit today, and having left her cane at home. Her tail sways lightly, and she gestures for the smaller feline behind her to follow after, her ears flicking... "Come now. Hurry. We do have to put your new purchase to good use, hmm?" she rumbles, referring to the bow she had him spend the last of his money on...
Terry follows along behind Katrina. "Y-yes 'mam!" he says, sounding uncertain. In his hands he's holding a shortbow, bought used but still well maintained. He holds it awkwardly, seemingly trying to figure out how it's meant to be gripped in the first place. "How is this going to help? If.. if I may ask?" The ocelot's question is genuinely born of curiosity.
"We're going to hunt down some breakfast. Our assignments may take place anywhere, so you'll need to know how to fend for yourself," the she-cat rumbles with a smile, another tailflick. "Ever used a bow before? Air magic?" she questions, watching Terry with a curious eye.
Terry looks up at the feline lady, and shakes his head slowly. "N-no 'maam, I'm sorry. I've never.." He gently tugs at the bow's string. "I've never used one of these." He smiles. "And magic.. that's for smart beings, I'm not.. I've never gone to any kind of school or.. you know.."
"Magic is a skill many beings can learn, at least to some extent... We will see how you do," the she-cat rumbles with a smile on her lips, a flick of her tail, before looking back to Terry. "But first, archery... It's not that hard," she rumbles as the duo close in on a small clearing, where a single hay target is set up.
Terry nods quickly, agreeing with Lady Katrina's words, as he oft does. "Yes 'mam. I'll do my best." He smiles, even purrs briefly, before his attention is snapped to the hay target. "Oh.. hm..." He looks back at the bow, then reaches back to draw an arrow from the small quiver that came with it. "I guess it doesn't look too complicated.."
"Hold the bow in one hand, then nock the arrow. pull back to flex the bow, and aim. Remember that the arrow will fall in flight, so aim a little higher than the target," the cat notes, before gesturing for Terry to try it.
Terry wiggles his nose as he raises the bow and tries to follow Katrina's instructions. He nocks the arrow and pulls it back, then tries to aim it. His hold on the bow is solid enough, but as the feline lets the arrow fly it flits awkwardly off to the target's left, and slightly too low.
"You have half an hour to practice," the she-cat rumbles, as she pulls out a small object from her outfit, and moves it to her upper arm. Arm raised up, a *woosh*, and soon enough, a small black needle sticks out of the target, right in the bullseye. "Hit that, and you earn yourself twenty scepters," the she-cat purrs with a flick of her tail.
Terry jolts in surprise as the dart flies unerringly into the target, the small feline's jaw dropping. "Hit.. hit that small thing?" He asks, incredulous, before he remembers himself and nods at Katrina. "I mean.. uhm.. yes 'mam. I will!" He nervously nibbles on his tongue as he raises his bow again and nocks a new arrow, letting it fly. It misses, too far to the right this time, and far too high. He readies another arrow...
Katrina smiles and rumbles softly, while watching Terry in near-silence. In the mean time, she simply takes out a cloth from her bag and lays it out, taking a moment to prepare her own breakfast for the day... She's come prepared, after all.
Terry huffs, his tail flitting in annoyance as he draws and nocks another arrow, but this time takes it slow. He gently puts his aim on the hay target, then tilts the bow up to compensate for drop off, and... misses. The arrow flies up and back down, but lands on the target's side, sticking itself into the ground. Still, it's the closest shot yet. Another arrow...
"Take your time. There is no rush," Katrina rumbles, even as she readies a small gust of air-magic to knock the next arrow wildly off-target right before the haybale. "And remain aware of your surroundings, of course."
Terry blinks in surprise as his arrow flies completely the wrong way, almost turning in mid-air. He turns to Katrina with a look of awe. "Y-you did that?" He pauses, then catches himself. "I.. I mean.. that sounded rude.." He nods. "Yes 'mam. I will." He readies another arrow again, his last one before he has to run in and retrieve the lot, and lets it fly.
Another gust of air to knock the arrow off-target, Katrina's tail swaying lightly as she sets to enjoy her breakfast. Seems she's brought a loaf of bread and several slices of roast beef, along a few other items still in her bag...
Terry looks frustrated, but doesn't dare to raise his voice or even glance at Katrina as the second arrow is knocked out of the air in front of him. He reaches back to find another arrow.. and his quiver is empty. He runs in, retrieving the previously fired arrows and returning to his firing position. He raises his arrow, nibbling on his tongue as he aims it veeeeery carefully. He glances sideways at Katrina.. then fires!
Another gust of wind blows the arrow off-track, and Katrina rumbles softly. "Feel the winds. Anticipate where they'll blow your arrows, and only when you're certain, let loose," she informs the ocelot, before causing the gusts to change direction once more.
Terry huffs softly. "How am I supposed to do that? I can't feel the wind and it keeps changing direction!" He laments, tail whipping annoyedly. He once again remembers his place, ears pinning down apologetically. "Um.. I mean.. " He pipes and raises his bow again, readying another arrow. He tries to follow Katrina's advice, trying to figure out the.. whereabouts of the wind, somehow...
"You'll figure it out," the she-cat rumbles, letting the wind blow in the same direction for a while, before turning the spell around again, her tail flicking lightly. "If you can't read the winds, there'll be no hope of ever hitting your target at anything beyond this range. Let alone hitting them with a dart like this," the she-cat rumbles, holding up another black dart and throwing it at the target, hitting the bullseye once again.
Terry raises his bow once again and takes careful aim, both tilting his aim up and somewhat against the wind as he tries to figure its direction. His tail flits quickly from side to side as he lets this arrow fly and quickly nocks another one, and takes aim once again.
Katrina smiles and rumbles as the arrow flies past the target again, taking another moment, before, once again, turning the winds around, this time blowing in Terry's direction. At the same time, the feline takes another bite of her breakfast, silently watching on as the ocelot struggles with the exercise.
