[Open] "Bored."

[seesobserves]

WHO: Sherlock Holmes and Open
WHAT: Working off some steam by way of target practice
WHEN: Early Firstfall
WHERE: Skyhold training grounds
NOTES: Either prose or brackets welcome!

The first arrow seems to land wildly off-course, on the very edge of the target, but the archer who fired it keeps an impassive face while he raises the next one. To anyone who happens to be watching, it's clear this time that he actually is taking aim.

The second arrow hits the entire other edge of the target. Sherlock draws the third, notches it, takes aim.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. The arrows fly in more rapid succession as he goes on. While the lines aren't perfect, it soon becomes apparent that instead of aiming for the bulls-eye, he's firing a pattern into the target: specifically, a smiling face.

Comments

[savethecat]

Gorse certainly didn't hold himself like a fighter. More like a farmer. He knew how to shoot and arrow and skin and prepare hunted game but he'd likely break his thumb if he tried to ever throw a punch.

Not that he ever would, that could seriously hurt someone.

"How's that sayin' go? 'It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it'?"

[seesobserves]

Sherlock gave a cat-like smile over his shoulder, a sort of bow with his head.

"And the Inquisition thanks you for your service."