In the summer, I remember

[rowancrowned]

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.

Comments

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin raises an eyebrow at the conceaing bandages, though it brings to mind how many times she's seen Araceli tuck back her left hand or hide her palm up her sleeve. Given Sina's unintentional rift creation months ago, she wouldn't be surprised if hard feelings toward rifters still lingered from that. "Fear makes people do stupid, awful things. If tension rises to the point where there might be trouble, say something. I'm not here for mage rights only to slam the door in others' faces. As for stable sources of income, that depends on what you can do and what's available. Cullen or any of the other advisors might have something, if you have talent that dovetails with a need of theirs."

[universal_charm]

"I appreciate that," he tipped his head to her, glad to know he had someone else at his back. He knew he could count on Sam, and he would hope others, but hearing it helped him to relax. Not that he planned to get into much trouble, but with his luck... it would happen.

He shrugged at the mention of talents. "I'm a captain back home, but I initially had training in engineering and computers. Which.. don't exist here. I know hand-to-hand combat, and I'm teaching Sam, but I don't think many people would be interested."

[gatheringstorm]

Engineering she understands on some level, though computers just have Korrin raising an eyebrow. She does perk up at that last part, though. "I know some hand-to-hand, in case I'm spent on mana and my staff isn't in reach. And because I can't blast idiots here with magic, but a groping drunk asshole at the bar can still be punched. If you want to spar sometime, let me know."

[universal_charm]

He grinned at the mention of sparring. He had mostly kept his sessions to Sam or with a practice dummy on the training grounds. He had not yet thought to ask someone else to spar - not for lack of desire, but because he wasn't sure anyone would want to or have the skills to spar with him as he wanted. But if Korrin was willing to try...

"I would appreciate it," he nodded to her. "Sam is teaching me the staff, so I'd be happy to have a similar arrangement with you. Teach you hand-to-hand in exchange for learning another weapon."