Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby

[issala]

WHO: Kas & OPEN
WHAT: Catch-all
WHEN: From his return from Orlais and to the end of the month.
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Come get your tiny qunari CR!

ARCHERY RANGE

It had been a year since Kas had arrived at Skyhold and started his training. Wielding a bow had been weird as hell at first, but now it just felt... right. Just like the knives he carried instead of the pathetic shiv he had arrived with, the bow now felt like it was just an extension of him. He also hit his targets pretty well these days, thanks to pushing himself immensely.

(Desperate to matter.)

You can find him at the range almost every day, practicing shots and getting acquainted with the standard Inquisition bow again after he had broken Metaari's. He takes a break now and then, for a bit of water or a sandwich - and maybe a chat.

STABLES

Sometimes, Kas can also be found inside or outside the stables, trying to wrangle a long-legged and somewhat awkward-looking dracolisk with eye-searing hide colors. (Because of course the teen has to try to learn his riding skills with a sharp-teethed predator rather than a fluffy pony.)

It seems young, perhaps a yearling or so, so they're at least equal in their complete confusion about everything mount-related. They're pretty equally stubborn, too, so there might be some shouting and impressive falls from the stable area now and then. (He might need a healer for those scrapes.)

Most of the time, however, Kas is just desperately trying to stay in the saddle as the dracolisk lumbers around with a confused look. Who was this idiot on her back?

RAMPARTS

If you want to be sure to find the young qunari, the ramparts at night is the best bet. He can be found sitting on broken areas of the wall, watching the stars or the sun disappearing behind the mountains. He seems to use this time to just think and go over the day, but isn't opposed to a bit of company now and then.

Especially not if you bring something hot to drink.

PICK YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

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Archery

[metaari]

Metaari finds himself at the range again, his usual escape when he just needs a bit of time for him. It's easy to not think, when his only focus is his bow and a target. The familiar sound of an arrow releasing and thudding into a target greets him as he rounds the corner, and he pauses for a moment with a faint grin on his face.

He watches Kas for a while, observes his form, the ease of his shots. He feels proud somehow, though he's had little to do with his advancement. But he's just come so far...

He waits until an arrow hits before he finally steps forward, letting out an impressed whistle. "Well, would you look at that. Good, solid hits. Those'll take down someone coming at you, for sure."

[issala]

Kas jolts a little bit in surprise when Metaari speaks, and he's flushed at once at the praise. That his rolemodel paid attention to him, on the archery field? How could he not be excited?

...and nervous.

"Oh... um... thanks." Glancing over at the target, he counts the shots - three hits, one miss, one bullseye. A good tally. "I haven't missed yet when it comes to real enemies..."

[metaari]

Metaari stops when he gets close enough, turning his attention down the range toward the targets. He smiles faintly and nods, his arms folded loosely over his chest. "Good! That's where it's the most important."

He turns his attention back and--he can't help it--brings a hand over to ruffle the top of Kas's head fondly, right between the horns. It's brief and he drops his hand away a moment later. "I'm glad I stopped by today. I haven't been around much to watch your progress."

[issala]

A few months ago, Kas would have recoiled at the touch. A year ago, he would have grabbed a shiv and get ready to fight. Now it just... made him feel proud. Happy.

Metaari's words makes the teen smile a little bit, puffing his chest up and trying to gain a few inches with pure willpower. "I bet I could compete with you!"

[metaari]

He lets out a bright laugh at that and nods, his grin going ear to ear. "Ah, I'm sure! Maybe we'll have to hold another tournament some time soon, like we had a few months past."

Metaari tips his head with a faint hum as his eyes finally go to the bow, and he raises his eyebrows in faint surprise. "That's one of the Inquisition bows, isn't it?"

[issala]

He loves that laugh, brightening even more. The idea of a tournament makes him quite excited, and this time me might even place! He's just about to reply when the older qunari mention the bow.

Kas freezes at that, going pale. He moves the bow to the side, glancing away from Metaari. "Um..."

[metaari]

Ah, there goes the brightness. The hesitation and sudden downturn in mood has Metaari giving Kas a questioning look. This ought to be a good story.

Metaari softens his own gaze, makes sure to go into this with some sort of reassuring air to him. "What is it?"

[issala]

"I.... I broke yours." He looks worried, not quite able to meet his eyes any more. He broke a present!

[metaari]

"Oh?" Not exactly the answer he had expected to be given. Metaari shifts his weight and rubs the back of his neck, not angry, just curious. "And how'd you manage that one?"

[issala]

"There was this... guy. In Orlais." He swallows, steeling himself for anger. "There was a fight, and he was gonna kill another scout. I... didn't have time to pull my daggers, and he was too close for a shot."

Kas sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "So I hit him over the head with your bow."

[metaari]

"I see." It's hard for him to keep a stern face about this, but he's trying his very best to do exactly that.

Metaari lets the silence stretch out for a moment or two more before finally asking: "Well, did it work?"

[issala]

"Yeah, he... he passed out. Dropped his weapon and everything." It had been a close call, but everyone lived. (Well, maybe not the guy he knocked out.)

"...but it snapped in half when I did." Kas pauses, giving Metaari a worried look. "I'm sorry."

[metaari]

He can't hold it back anymore. Metaari lets out a laugh and claps a hand on Kas's shoulder, grinning down at him. "Then it did its job to the last! In an... unconventional way, maybe, but it was there for you when you needed it, and that's what matters."

[issala]

He flinches at the hand on his shoulder, but then looks perplexed. "You're not... mad?"