a hunter's bow, swift and agile [open/Ghost]

[shapeshifter]

Steele grey eyes watched his marks carefully. The target before him stood still; any inanimate object would. His arrow tip was on point, his release was swift and fluid from practice so many years.

The arrow hit it's mark spot on.

Over and over this continued. Retrieve, set, draw back, release. Not one mistake made.

He set his pride for his marksman ship swell in his chest. It was always labeled such a great skill by the men at Melisong, before he was Searched. He had a grin on his face as he looked at his beautifully carved bow he had recently constructed himself.

He let his mind wander off to how amazing it would be to do a hunt on dragon back, then laughed at the thought of swooping down on a deer would scare it to death versus the actual arrow piercing it's lungs.

He looked off in the distance, seeing the rising smoke stacks from the fires that dragonriders had been fighting. He hoped they would be lulled soon, many riders had already been injured in their duties to Weyr and Hold.


He knew one day he would be one of those honored dragonmen.


However, today was another day of practice and Candidate chores.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

It was a thing just discovered by K’tar that thirteen days could, in point of fact, take forever. Fortunately, the area of fire that had threatened the crop fields of Golden Flight had been pushed back, and the new cough treatment was working a lot better, although days like today, where the Healers were willing to allow people to go outside without duties that demanded it, were still very much the exception. Even flying against the fire and scouting the fire’s boundaries was not enough to alleviate the tedium of being stuck inside all the time. Well, what could have been tedious, if your name wasn’t K’tar Damoyen.

Of course, there were still good things about it not looking suspicious to just go for a, admittedly brief, walk. Especially given what was about to go down in…

“What is the meaning of this?! You dimglows!” The voice echoed through the kitchen, echoed by thunderous wingbeats and chirping.

K’tar ducked out into the WeyrBowl, smothering a laugh. A split-second later, the door from the kitchen to the Bowl was thrown open, and a swarm of birds came flying out in front of two kitchen drudges, who were being pursued by the broom-wielding cranky she-wher of a head cook.

“You ruined the pie!! I told you not to put the birds in that one!”

Unfortunately, that was when the head cook saw K’tar, now about halfway between her and the path to the beach.

“YOU!!!” she thundered, charging forward.

K’tar took off, racing across the Bowl and…

((Feel free to have him run into Venor, or side-swipe the same, or anything else you like))

[shapeshifter]

Shouts about a pie and birds caught in Venor's ears, causing him to take a step back and attempt to turn around.

Before he could even halfway turn, Venor felt himself being barreled over, causing him to swing up and catch the shoulder of whoever it was with his fist. He went sailing onto his back, hands scraping gravel and sand. He found his instincts making him jump up to his feet within a second.

"Shards man, watch it!" He growled, dusting his breeches off. He looked at the palm of his hand, seeing small scratches with blood dotting the center. He brushed them off on his pants again, only for the blood to reappear seconds later.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Unfortunately for K’tar’s plans for a quick getaway, he slammed into someone. He felt a fist hit his shoulder, and then he slammed into the ground with his other shoulder and hip. He scrambled upright. At any other time, he might have answered the other young man’s words with hot ones of his own, but he had more pressing concerns.

“I don’t care what you are! I’ll give you a lesson you won’t soon forget! You and your friend!”

The head cook’s words were punctuated by the sound of the broom hitting flesh. K’tar yelped as the haft made solid contact with his eye. He grabbed for the other young man. “Come on, we need to get out of here!”

[shapeshifter]

When the broom handle hit K'tar, Venor ducked. However, he wasn't fast enough. He caught the broom handle to the rib cage, causing him to yell out and scramble away. He nearly tripped as he continued along the path to the beach, but he wasn't about to let this woman get a hold to him for something he didn't do.

Luckily, in this whole scenario, his bow and arrows went unscathed.

"What was she after you for?" Venor asked K'tar when he finally came to a stop. The women had ran out of breath and quit chasing them, just continued to yell profanities and curses behind them.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar skidded to a halt as they reached the beach. The head cook’s voice could still be distinguished, heaping curses on their heads, but the woman was no longer engaged in active pursuit.

K’tar grinned, looking over at Venor in the obvious invitation to share amusement by which many of the friendships of youth are sealed. Despite that, his shrug was casual, the kind of controlled gesture used when down-playing the severity or interest of an event.

“I don’t really know,” he said, though he was belied already by his dancing eyes. “All I did was tell her assistants that they weren’t supposed to put any filling in the big pie they made for a lunch-table centerpiece, just do the live bird thing.” K’tar paused, swallowed a laugh and shrugged again, adding, in a tone that made it perfectly clear he did have at least an inkling as to the reason. “I don’t see why she got so worked up about it.”

[shapeshifter]

Venor lost his head laughing, "Are you serious? Those drudges actually fell for that?" He had tears forming in his eyes as he continued to laugh. It took a moment for the young man to regain his composure before sighing.

"Well, I am Venor. I was just searched and brought here via Search from Melisong." He knew he had caught a glimpse of this man somewhere, but it wasn't ringing a note as to where. "Who might you be? Afterall, next time I decide to pull a stunt I need to know who to in list!"

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar’s amusement broke free in a wide, open-mouthed grin. The other young man’s laughter had acted to free his own appreciation for what had been, all in all, a quite well planned and executed stunt.

“K’tar Damoyen, of Purple Viarth,” K’tar answered, giving a slight bow, rather like a performer to an enthusiastic audience. “Originally from Stormy Plains, if you ever have a stunt in the works that needs more than one pair of hands, just let me know. I’ll be happy to assist.”

[shapeshifter]

"Well, it's my pleasure." Venor said, feeling the Sand of the beach shift beneath his boots. "So, you're already a Rider? What's it like being bonded with another being?" He had always been curious about the experience, just more now than ever. He hadn't had the chance to speak to a Rider much less get close enough to one long enough to ask.

He fiddled with his bow some in his hands before plopping down on the ground, laying his precious item across his lap. Oh such a wonderfully prized possession...something he had put his own blood, sweat and tears into.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

“I think we can count the pleasure a mutual one,” K’tar commented.

Flopping down on the sand with boneless ease, K’tar leaned back, resting his head on a small dune. “It’s amazing,” he answered. “The actual Impression is beyond description, and afterwards, when you share every moment, knowing each of you that there is, for completely certain, one being that loves you entire…” his voice trailed off briefly, and the uncharacteristic seriousness left. “You’re never alone in your own head again afterwards, of course. You can forget about keeping any secrets, and most of them are dreadfully nosy about anything that might bother you.” He grinned over at Venor, making it clear he was, at least sort-of, joking.