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

[Make up your own thing or message me for a starter!]

Comments

[issala]

"I wanted to be a scout, so I worked hard," he smiles a little bit, still so proud of that fact - then he's looking over her bow before handing it back to her. "It looks good, the bow string's taut enough." The bow was only part of it, but still.

"Your mom's good with a bow? That's awesome." Old people being badass? Yes please." Aiming is hard, but pulling back the bow string can be a challenge, too... and it can slap your hand and hurt you sometimes. I got scars on mine from bad shots." He seems way too happy about that.

"Steady the bow, pull back the bow string, breathe in and exhale as you let go of the arrow." He instructs. "Don't close one eye and try aiming like that."

[sheriffing]

Well, she's not old - more Emma's age - but it's still awesome. And being related to people with a wide variety of skill-sets should be some kind of gift, except aiming is hard and Emma is lucky she hasn't scarred herself with this thing already. Kas might be proud of his battle scars, but she's pretty sure she has more than enough of those.

"See, that's -" Possibly where she needs to demonstrate. She aims away from them, keeping her bow steady and pulling back the string, but it's an awkward angle - it feels wrong in her hands and she's not sure why. Emma lowers it again a second later, hoping he'll see what she can't. Maybe it's easy to correct her positioning from a distance.

"What am I doing wrong?"

[issala]

Who would believe that, really? Having a mom your own age is kind of a Storybrooke thing, after all.

Kas watches as she demonstrates and almost winces at the angle, biting his lip a bit to not laugh. That wouldn't help in this case, and he had learned by now how to not make friends.

"You're... doing it wrong. Really wrong. Here..." The teen moves closer and reaches to reposition Emma's hands. "Try that? It should feel like it belongs in your hand."