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[issala]

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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[dreadinquisitor]

Maxwell chuckled, watching the light move across the boy's face, the happiness so clear and bright. He was so happy to be able to help bring it to him.

"Maxwell." He held out a hand. "A pleasure."

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Kas takes the offered hand, giving it a firm shake. Make a bit too firm, but he had to show he's a man, right?

"Never met many humans who would help me like that without any shit hiding behind it, so... yeah. Thanks."

[dreadinquisitor]

Maxwell took the hard squeeze in stride, and even managed to swallow back another chuckle. Let the boy crow a bit, he'd earned it.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said, meaning it honestly. "But from me, you're welcome. And if you want to go over things again, or even just shoot with someone for a bit, feel free to look me up, alright?"

[issala]

He's definitely moving with a bit more swagger, confidence boosted and fingers itching to try again. If he kept going now, he could only get better. Right?

When Max offers more lessons in the future or just an arrow buddy, Kas doesn't even try to hold back his smile. "I think I'd be okay with that. If you don't get in my way!"

[dreadinquisitor]

"I'll try to remember to keep back," Maxwell promised with a grin and a nod. "In the meantime, just try to remember and practice what I told you today, and--" he gestured to Kas' bloodied hand, "--maybe have one of the healers get you something for that, or wrap at least. If your hands are hurt, you won't be able to shoot for a while, so take care of them."

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The boy glances down at his hand and sighs a little before giving a nod. He should go wrap that up so it didn't get infected. "Alright. Thanks... um... again."

With those words, he grins a little before he proudly walks off, head held high and his bow held in a more confident manner. Maybe some humans weren't so bad, after all!