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WHO: Kas & Open
WHAT: Someone suggested archery.
WHEN: Today, mid- to afternoon
WHERE: To the left by the stables.
NOTES: Brackets or prose is okay!

Alayre was the one to blame for the idea to pick up archery, although it was a sound idea. Most scouts were proficient in it, and Kas' skills with daggers left a lot to desire - so it wasn't strange that the teen had borrowed a bow and quiver from another scout, setting up a dummy in the open area by the stables and attempting to hit it.

It... wasn't easy. Drawing the bow was a bit of a struggle for a youngster with little muscle to his body, and his aiming was way off. The walls of the fortress saw a lot more arrows than the dummy, but the boy didn't give up. Stubborn as a dwarf, he pulled another arrow, trying to not knock it on his little nubs again. His hand was bleeding a little, sliced on the fletching by holding the grip wrong, but it didn't seem to dissuade him, either.

It wasn't until he had emptied the quiver that the teen sat down where he had stood and sighed dramatically. "This is stupid."

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"You did. That's kinda sneaky." Kas approves of sneaky when it's wordplay like that. The laughing is a little odd at first as he tries to see of the guy is laughing at him or something, but then he accepts it as a nice thing and chuckles as well.

"Nah, I've got no problems. Magic healing is great." He's even excitedly watching as that green light appears and the small cut stops bleeding. How many times had he wanted a mage to help the kids he ran with? But no, they were all locked up back then.

This was better, wasn't it?

"That's me, sneaky mage, Sam." It was fun not fitting into the "image" that people had of mages; the look of shock was always fun. He never lies about it, but from time to time he is cautious about being up front about it. Qunari especially. Though obviously Kas doesn't mind it at all. "I take it you know Korrin then. If not you should probably meet her."

It isn't long before the cut is healed up, but the dried blood still remained. "Any more injuries while I'm at it?"

The boy takes his hand back and runs a thumb where the cut had been, scraping off some dried blood with an almost fascinated look. How cool wasn't that? Here one moment and then just... fixed.

"Yeah, I know Korrin. She's pretty okay." He liked her well enough, even in there was something about her that made him feel weird, like his stomach hurt.

At the last question, Kas shakes his head. "Nah, m'good. Knocked my horns a little, but that's just aching."

Pretty okay. He chuckles at that. He rather likes Korrin, but he supposes everyone has their own opinions.

Sam tilts his head at the comment about the horns. "Ache from getting hit some? I take it that they're sensitive while they grow out?" He points up to his own head with a smile, indicating his lack of horns. "I'm just curious. You don't have to answer if you don't want."

Kas hasn't had the chance to get to know Korrin that well yet, but there was a good chance that she would end up an older sister-type to him eventually. She already reminded him a bit of his mom, after all.

At the question about the horns, he rubs one a little bit. "When you're little and they haven't broken through the skin yet, it's really tender. Afterwards, you can mostly just feel them at the bases, and when you get hit by things that make them push against your skull." Like arrow heads knocking them.

That sounded rough, but the horns were rather cool. Even if Kas' weren't that big yet - they're growing - they're still pretty fascinating to Sam. "Your horns can grow out into a number of different shapes right? Is there a certain way you'd want them to grow?"

Humans were kind of weird like that, but Sam's fascination didn't feel like he was labeling him as some weird research project. Still, he frowns a bit when the man asks about horn shapes. "I don't know. Mine haven't grown in years and I'm almost an adult. This might be it."

Kas fidgets a bit, not quite sure else what to say. "...I would like the curling type. Makes it easy to sleep."

There's a definite shift in the conversation with how Kas frowns and begins to fidget. Oh. This must have been a sore subject for him. The answer about the horns keeps Sam smiling, but he's trying to tone it down a bit.

"Could be getting a late growth spurt. I didn't get much bigger when I first went into the Circle at 15. I was almost 20 when I finally got to be this tall." Kas was still pretty young and he was already almost as tall as Sam at whatever age he was at. "You said your horns are still sensitive, right? The bone probably hasn't fused yet so it's still expecting to grow out."

A late growth spurt? He hadn't really thought about that, and he reaches up to touch his the small horns before he looks back at Sam. Maybe it could be true? The fused bone thing sounded kind of like it would make sense, but he was no healer.

"Maybe... maybe they could get a little longer, at least." Just enough to not be nubs but short, practical horns. Hornless qunari were considered full of potential, but nubbly ones just made him look young.

Kas didn't want to look like a kid forever.

"Thanks. I hope so."

It still looked like the whole thing bothered Kas still - he couldn't blame him - but he looked better after all that. It was an honest observation, but something the Qunari needed to hear.

"I believe they will. If they don't you're more than welcome to come looking for me and give me a good punch," he chuckles lightly at that. "Sorry for interrupting your practice, but I'm glad we got to talk."

Grinning, Sam holds out a hand for Kas to shake. Come to think of it did Qunari do handshakes? It was something he generally did with most people he met. "If you ever need some minor patching up, feel free to hit me up; I'm generally at the forges or at the garden. Or if you just need to talk."

He smiles a little, and actually reaches out to take his hand for a little shake. "I'll remember that, so be careful." Kas grins a little, feeling a lot more confident and maybe just a little hopeful, too. He could imagine himself with real horns, like Gorse or the big warrior guy.

As for patching things up... well, he's doing a lot of different training and he'll probably end up scuffed in all kinds of ways. Knowing that there was a nice guy to help him actually felt pretty good.

Sam gives an amused snort at Kas agreeing to the terms. He was confident in thinking that his horns would grow out, but still... he'd have to keep an eye out for an older Kas chasing him down if for some reason it didn't happen.

Honestly, any of the healers would be more than willing to help Kas with any injuries, but based off this interaction Sam guessed the Qunari did not seem like the type to openly look for help. Even if Kas never took him up on the offer at least he knew that there were people out there who were willing to help.

"Well I'll leave you to your practice. Do me a favor though. At least put on some gloves or whatever those special leather pieces are for archery." Taking his hand back, Sam gives a small wave before heading back into the stables to gather up that hay he had originally came to get.

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