12th of Fall, AV 512
Elem had hurried about at the ornamental gardens, trying to save himself some precious time to train with his new toy. Well, it was really a weapon, but it seemed like it would be a lot of fun to practice with. Not too dangerous and no precious ammunition to lose. Rocks were everywhere! The main medicinal garden was taking shape much faster than the little aesthetic ones he was preparing around the Sanctuary grounds. They looked even more odd with only a few buildings having been raised so far.
In fact, Elem had only managed to clear the plots of grass and hoe up rows. It was a start, he figured. He thought that he might observe the flowers and arrangements at the various parks in Riverfall, as those master gardeners had quite a better handle on things then he did. Having changed into a wool jacket and leather pants, he made his way from his room outside to the beach adjacent to the Sanctuary. The sun was still shining but a sharp wind was blowing off the ocean into the cliff wall behind him. It was no Bonesnapper, however. More a bonenudger.
Poking around near the base of the cliff, he gingerly picked out various stones that looked like they might be suitable. They were not too big to fit in the pouch and looked like they might fly well, their shapes flat or rounded from the relentless crashing of water. He had no real training with this thing, but there was no time like the present. Fingering the leather cord, he examined it. One end had a loop and the other end a knot. Chewing on his lip a little, he knew what the little pouch was for easily enough. He put one of the rocks he had found in it, holding the two ends in one hand. Letting the length of leather swing back and forth in his hand, Elem could feel the weight of the stone increasing with each pass.
So he started swinging it in a circle, the sound of it whipping through the air by his ear ominous. Probably best to extend his arm out a little, keep it away from his face. The pull of the stone was greater as well, so great in fact that both ends pulled free from his hand and the whole mess flew out toward the water! "Petch!", Elem exclaimed, as he saw it land in the surf. It hadn't gone too far, thankfully, and he plucked it from the waves, though the ocean had a chuckle by landing on his shoes, saturating them.
Squishing back to dry land, he kicked his shoes off and had another look. The loop. He slid it over his wrist and tightened it. Not so much to constrict blood flow, but definitely enough to insure he didn't take another trip into the water. The stone had come out, but placing another one was difficult, as the cords were now off balance. Fortunately the pouch was just a piece of leather with a hole in each side, so Elem straightend the pouch out with wieght in it to find the new center of sorts. Confident with his work, he started spinning the sling underhanded.
Elem had hurried about at the ornamental gardens, trying to save himself some precious time to train with his new toy. Well, it was really a weapon, but it seemed like it would be a lot of fun to practice with. Not too dangerous and no precious ammunition to lose. Rocks were everywhere! The main medicinal garden was taking shape much faster than the little aesthetic ones he was preparing around the Sanctuary grounds. They looked even more odd with only a few buildings having been raised so far.
In fact, Elem had only managed to clear the plots of grass and hoe up rows. It was a start, he figured. He thought that he might observe the flowers and arrangements at the various parks in Riverfall, as those master gardeners had quite a better handle on things then he did. Having changed into a wool jacket and leather pants, he made his way from his room outside to the beach adjacent to the Sanctuary. The sun was still shining but a sharp wind was blowing off the ocean into the cliff wall behind him. It was no Bonesnapper, however. More a bonenudger.
Poking around near the base of the cliff, he gingerly picked out various stones that looked like they might be suitable. They were not too big to fit in the pouch and looked like they might fly well, their shapes flat or rounded from the relentless crashing of water. He had no real training with this thing, but there was no time like the present. Fingering the leather cord, he examined it. One end had a loop and the other end a knot. Chewing on his lip a little, he knew what the little pouch was for easily enough. He put one of the rocks he had found in it, holding the two ends in one hand. Letting the length of leather swing back and forth in his hand, Elem could feel the weight of the stone increasing with each pass.
So he started swinging it in a circle, the sound of it whipping through the air by his ear ominous. Probably best to extend his arm out a little, keep it away from his face. The pull of the stone was greater as well, so great in fact that both ends pulled free from his hand and the whole mess flew out toward the water! "Petch!", Elem exclaimed, as he saw it land in the surf. It hadn't gone too far, thankfully, and he plucked it from the waves, though the ocean had a chuckle by landing on his shoes, saturating them.
Squishing back to dry land, he kicked his shoes off and had another look. The loop. He slid it over his wrist and tightened it. Not so much to constrict blood flow, but definitely enough to insure he didn't take another trip into the water. The stone had come out, but placing another one was difficult, as the cords were now off balance. Fortunately the pouch was just a piece of leather with a hole in each side, so Elem straightend the pouch out with wieght in it to find the new center of sorts. Confident with his work, he started spinning the sling underhanded.
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