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faderift2016-01-24 03:38 pm
dreadinquisitor) wrote in faderift2016-01-24 03:38 pm
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Tomorrow will be kinder.
WHO: Maxwell Trevean and Open
WHAT: Maxwell's got some things he'd like to get done before the Inquisition heads out.
WHEN: Before heading to the Emprise
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: One prompt is smoopy. You have been warned.
WHAT: Maxwell's got some things he'd like to get done before the Inquisition heads out.
WHEN: Before heading to the Emprise
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: One prompt is smoopy. You have been warned.
Archery Range:
Settled in the garden, Maxwell and his belongings had been right in the path of the abomination. He'd managed to escape unscathed, but the rest of his things weren't as lucky. Many were damaged, or outright destroyed. And replacing them was not as easy it had once been.
Keenly aware that he had no real right to complain, and that the alternatives - on either side - could be much worse, he said nothing about it. Merely put his head down, and got to work. Doing whatever he could to earn a little extra coin, or to trade for replacement clothes and bedding. (And maybe, if he was lucky, enough extra to prepare for the trek to the frigid mountains of the Emprise.)
The archery range was a good place for this. Any bowman worth their salt could fletch and sharpen their own arrows, but it was busy work and Maxwell didn't mind offering his hands and time for a small fee. For a larger price he'd even tend to the bows themselves - restringing, and waxing, maybe a little customization? How about some nice engraving?
He liked the work, and it put a little money in his pocket. A victory all around, in Maxwell's book.
Forge:
When he'd filled his requests for the day, and when Skyhold's blacksmiths had hung up their tools for the night, Maxwell took their place with some work of his own. He hoped that he might be able to finish his gift for Gavin before the Inquisition broke for the Emprise. He didn't know if the elf was going, or even if he was, how much they might see of each other while they were there. (It wasn't a holiday, after all.)
The idea of getting the necklaces finished, and being able to take a piece of each other where ever they went... it made him smile, and pushed him to work that much harder, stoking the fires long into the night.
Skyhold Wild Card:
There was time, occasionally, for tea or ale in the Herald's Rest. And he was still looking for some corner of the castle to call his own, after the last had been burnt to a crisp. Even if neither were particularly productive, he did get to meet all sorts of new faces.
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He added her name to the sketch, the script a lot like the man - handsome, but not overbearingly so. Another puff to dry the ink and he closed the book, looking up as went on.
"I do alright," he replied, smiling gently. "But so could you, with training. I didn't wake up one day, able to do this." He gave the book a little wag, referring to the sketches inside and the pieces he makes. "Just like using the bow, it's time and practice."
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A pause at his statement, and something flickers through her gaze. Amusement? Oh yes. She takes her quiver from him, and then she pulls her bow and moves down the line of targets, moving and firing at the same time with relative ease.
Each shot hits the center of the mark, and the last one, she takes a knee and does a full draw -- sending the arrow straight through the target, right through the wood itself.
Then she stands, and gives him an innocent smile. "Oh, I know."
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When she turned back, he rubbed the tip of his tongue against the inside of his cheek, deciding why not? The only project he had at the moment, other than his own, was her's. He could spare a little time.
Setting his book aside, he picked up his bow - handcrafted from a pale wood, with sweeping elegant limbs, the engraving was only half-complete, but still it was a handsome thing. He didn't bother with his quiver, sliding free only a single arrow, he stepped up beside her.
He gave himself a moment to study the target, already skewered, then drew. He held a beat and then released.
The sound of splintering arrow was as satisfying now as it had been the first time, all those years ago with Gavin at the Grand Tourney.
He turned back to her with a pleased grin.
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And sent her arrow splintering through his in turn.
She turned back to him, lifting up one eyebrow as if to say, Well? What else have you got?, but the smile on her face was genuine.
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"It took me the better part of the year to perfect that trick," he said, with a shake of his head. "But a year will spent."
It had reminded him of the time at the Grand Tourney. Of his time with Gavin.
"Well done."
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"It took me the better part of two years - both the splitting of the first arrow, and then the second one."
She dipped her bow, before she looked at him. "You too. You're one hell of an archer."
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Always practice and patience.
"And thank you. We should go on a hunt sometime, between us I bet we could bring back rabbits enough to make stew for everyone."
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Then she arched an eyebrow at him.
"Ser, with this kind of shooting? I hope you meant august rams."
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"It's harder to carry a few dozen of those at once," he replied, corners of his eyes wrinkled handsomely with humor.
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"That sounds like a challenge if ever I heard one," he said. And he did so love them. "You just let me know when you want to go."
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"How about when I get back from Emprise du Lion? I'll need to go hunting then."
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He lifted the little chain around his neck that his sending crystal was on.
"Just ask after Maxwell."
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"We'll see who can take down the most rams."
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Then he turned to return to his tools and her arrows, and to his work.