Turrin smirked at the ashen faced woman when she started to giggle at his expense from his nickname given to him by the dek. The endal shrugged and said with a laugh of his own, “Well I know my size wasn't from my mother's side of the family. I think Mom was about as tall as Azira.” The endal didn't not want bring up Azira who reminded him of a red-headed badger, but she was the only woman small enough to compare his mother Ceela. He watched Drusilla as she took her first shot, and he had to admit for her to claim that she wasn't a good shot. She sure got close to the center of bull's eye. The half-breed figured that she must have been being modest about her archery skills or incredible lucky on her first shot. The symenestra didn't strike him as a hunter since she was known in Wind Reach as a seamstress, but he figured since he had been away from the city. She might have learned the skill from other Inarta in the mountain city.
Pulling two arrows from the pile, Turrin twirled one the projectiles between his fingers as he walked to the firing line. The other projectile was held in the same hand on the shaft of the short bow. Getting into his firing stance, Turrin placed the butt of the arrow onto the bowstring. The myrian hooked his thumb up on the right side, so he could easily reload another arrow without the shaft getting in the way. Turrin lifted the short bow till the metal tip of the arrow lined up with the center of the target. Pulling back the bowstring to his nose, Turrin readjusted his aim back to the center of the bull's eye. Taking a shallow breath, the endal released the bowstring on the exhale. When the first arrow fired, Turrin didn't waste a tick before he reached over and grabbed the second arrow from the hand holding the shaft of the short bow. Placing the arrow on the bowstring, Turrin made sure that he put the arrow in between the thumb and the shaft of the short bow. Pulling back the bowstring to his nose, Turrin released the bowstring and watched it soar towards the center of the bull's eye.
When the hunting arrow struck the center of the bull's eye, Turrin frowned to himself because the second arrow didn't split the arrow in two like he wanted it too. However, it landed right beside it. With a disappointing shake of his head, Turrin walked away from the firing line and said to Drusilla, “Your up Dru.” Turrin knew that he still had a nagging question hanging in the back of his mind about Brandon Blackwing. The black haired human left a horrible taste in the myrian's mouth when he blew up at him in the middle of market square. The endal knew if Drusilla had any sort of relationship with the human that she needed to know about his run in with the shape shifter. Turrin picked up another arrow out of the pile and said to Drusilla, “I know you are friends with this Brandon Blackwing, but I think you need to be careful around him Drusilla. I don't think he is as stable as he appears to be...”
Pulling two arrows from the pile, Turrin twirled one the projectiles between his fingers as he walked to the firing line. The other projectile was held in the same hand on the shaft of the short bow. Getting into his firing stance, Turrin placed the butt of the arrow onto the bowstring. The myrian hooked his thumb up on the right side, so he could easily reload another arrow without the shaft getting in the way. Turrin lifted the short bow till the metal tip of the arrow lined up with the center of the target. Pulling back the bowstring to his nose, Turrin readjusted his aim back to the center of the bull's eye. Taking a shallow breath, the endal released the bowstring on the exhale. When the first arrow fired, Turrin didn't waste a tick before he reached over and grabbed the second arrow from the hand holding the shaft of the short bow. Placing the arrow on the bowstring, Turrin made sure that he put the arrow in between the thumb and the shaft of the short bow. Pulling back the bowstring to his nose, Turrin released the bowstring and watched it soar towards the center of the bull's eye.
When the hunting arrow struck the center of the bull's eye, Turrin frowned to himself because the second arrow didn't split the arrow in two like he wanted it too. However, it landed right beside it. With a disappointing shake of his head, Turrin walked away from the firing line and said to Drusilla, “Your up Dru.” Turrin knew that he still had a nagging question hanging in the back of his mind about Brandon Blackwing. The black haired human left a horrible taste in the myrian's mouth when he blew up at him in the middle of market square. The endal knew if Drusilla had any sort of relationship with the human that she needed to know about his run in with the shape shifter. Turrin picked up another arrow out of the pile and said to Drusilla, “I know you are friends with this Brandon Blackwing, but I think you need to be careful around him Drusilla. I don't think he is as stable as he appears to be...”