KieranSoares
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Apr 7, 2013
- Posts
- 25,480
"Old an' boring, huh?" Well, yer about the age when I started bein' old an' boring, so this'll suit you down t'the ground. Best start early." Sam would gladly carry through with his talk about making her join the recruits.
As they arrived to see the men picking up bows for archery practice, Sam dismounted after a nod to the commanding officer and helped Ashelin down too. "Jonas, get a bow for Ashelin. Three foot. And my bow."
"Yes sir," a corporal saluted and jogged away to the nearby armory. He soon returned with the bows and a quiver each. Sam's was of his own making, crafted from a beautiful dark wood and laid with a leather handle and iron-capped ends. The arrows were all his own making too, made of the same dark wood, shaped heads, and feathers from a Scottish breed of hawk. The quiver had been a gift from Suara Corel, a hard leather cylinder decorated with iron and etched leather in patterns depicting a great battle between Erygonians and demons.
Ashelin was given a plain child's training bow and a leather quiver with white-fletched arrows, and a target was set up for them. Sam knew all too well that Ashelin had only had sparse training with weapons up to this point, even less than Heather who could hit a bottle with a sling at thirty paces.
As they arrived to see the men picking up bows for archery practice, Sam dismounted after a nod to the commanding officer and helped Ashelin down too. "Jonas, get a bow for Ashelin. Three foot. And my bow."
"Yes sir," a corporal saluted and jogged away to the nearby armory. He soon returned with the bows and a quiver each. Sam's was of his own making, crafted from a beautiful dark wood and laid with a leather handle and iron-capped ends. The arrows were all his own making too, made of the same dark wood, shaped heads, and feathers from a Scottish breed of hawk. The quiver had been a gift from Suara Corel, a hard leather cylinder decorated with iron and etched leather in patterns depicting a great battle between Erygonians and demons.
Ashelin was given a plain child's training bow and a leather quiver with white-fletched arrows, and a target was set up for them. Sam knew all too well that Ashelin had only had sparse training with weapons up to this point, even less than Heather who could hit a bottle with a sling at thirty paces.