faderift | In the summer, I remember

WHO: Thranduil, Legolas, anyone good with a bow or who enjoys the wine on offer.
WHAT: ROOTY TOOTY POINT N SHOOTY ARCHERY CONTEST
WHEN: 8th of Bloomingtide, midmorning until sunset.
WHERE: Valley
NOTES: log for a friendly wager!

The eighth of Bloomingtide began as a chilly morning; not quite cold enough to leave frost on the budding flowers and fresh-sprouted plants in the heights of Skyhold, but nearly, nearly.

By the time the sun was been in the sky for a few hours, most of the early-morning chill had burned off, leaving a day that promised to be nearly too-hot for those who would be stuck in full-plate and in direct sunlight. Thranduil wasn’t expecting any to come clanking down to his little fete, but had none the less secured a spot in the shade. Varric had apparently found him while he was still working on organizing—the target launchers are set neatly in line with everything else. Along the clay pigeon launchers were the standard, stock targets, blindfolds—and on a table off to the side was a few bottles of sweet wine beside loaves of brown bread and hard cheeses.

The contest did not pretend to be anything other than what it was; a chance to meet, and mingle, and possibly show off archery skills. The purses wrested next to the wine and cheese and Thranduil himself. He had found a chair to rest in while waiting for the contestants to arrive, dressed plainer than he had so far allowed himself to be seen. On his fingers, four rings glittered—but his confidence in Legolas was so absolute, he doubted he would lose even one before the days was out.

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Cyril turns at the sound of his name and then adopts a very casual smile. It's easier to focus on Sam, even if his stomach does flip a bit at the sight of him. "Hello handsome," he says. "Did you come to see the contest?"

At the compliment he huffs a bit in amusement, lips curling up into a slow but wide smile, straightening up just a little bit. "Why hello to you, too. I did as a matter of fact." His eyes glance out over to the contestants before looking back at Cyril. "It seemed like a fun event to be at."

Cyril chuckles a bit. "A lot of Dalish hunters have contests like this, when there's not much else to do. It is always fun."

"Honestly this is the first time I'm watching an archery contest." Didn't have much of that in the Circle and this is the first time the Inquisition is doing one. "Ellana was suggesting one for mages, but that might be a little harder."

"Oh, you could throw fireballs. Fireballs are exciting."

"Fireballs would be a thing. I think we'd have to do more contests about speed though since it isn't that hard to hit a target once you know how." A pause then a laugh. "That and we might need a lot more targets in order to replace the burnt ones."

"I think that might be a wonderful idea. It would help show people you have control of your magic as well... Provided there were no accidents."

If there was no accidents. "I'm sure if such a thing came to happen we would have mages on the side to prevent wayward spells."

"Right. So we make sure there are fail safes and plan Bs. It would be fun."

"Suppose it could be something we suggest to the Mage Council and the Advisors then."

"I'd help with that, if you needed someone who wasn't a mage to be excited about it."

"That would probably help," he says with a chuckle. "Having non mages asking for it to happen as well would certainly make it sound more popular."

"Once we figure out a bit, I can make flyers for it and post it around the castle."

Flyers. He hadn't even thought that far. "I won't stop you if you want to do that. I'm sure a number of mages would like to sign up. We might have to consider different levels for like beginners."

Cyril nods. "Or different games for different types of magic? It can't all be fireballs."

"There is only fireballs." He's joking. "Different tiers with different magic. Wouldn't be fair for some of the younger students to take on an experienced caster. Could probably have ice sculpting as one." Adelaide would like that.

"That or you could put a target on the ground and use lightening? Similar to how you'd do with a fireball only the target isn't across from you?" He seems to be pretty taken with the idea. "That one might need a safety zone around it though. I wouldn't want anyone accidentally shocked."

"We'll probably need a safety zone for all of it. Even practiced mages can have issues if someone decides they're just going to go where ever they want." Seeing how Cyril is getting pretty excited by all this it makes Sam smile. "Maybe you should write some ideas down when you get them. Ask people what they'd like to see or suggest. I'll do the same."

"I will," he says. "It would be fun. We'll have to see how many people would be interested in it. And we should talk to the Rifters about their magic and see if they want to join."

He had almost forgotten the Rifters since he only knew a few of them had actual magic. "Yeah, we should certainly extend the invitation to them." Nothing too crazy though.

"This would take a lot of planning, and we'd have to do it when the timing is right. If we plan it poorly, it could just be seen as mages flexing their power and frightening people..." He frowns a bit at that idea. "I wouldn't want to give you guys any unwanted attention."

"If that's the case then perhaps we shouldn't make this something just about magic. Have a variety of events and competitions for people to participate in. Feats of a strength and the like. Magic competitions can just be some of the things we do."

Cyril nods at that, thinking it over. "That would be a good way to avoid unwanted focus. People would be able to see other things they like... Too bad there isn't a space big enough for jousting here."

"Could just put people on each other's shoulders and charge at each other if you really have your heart set on it." Wasn't jousting per se, but probably better - less injuries. Maybe. People found ways of hurting themselves.

Cyril kind of chuckled a bit at the mental image. "Maybe we should practice that right now, I'd probably fit nicely on your shoulders."

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