Timestamp: 19th day of fall, 512 AV
Location: Archery range
Location: Archery range
The sound of air being split in two by a arrow seeking it's target is one that Red always enjoyed. The twinge of the bow string as it throws it's rider through the air, the whipping sound as it flies, and the finally the thunk into the target as the arrow lodges its self into it. There is a beauty into it.
"Thunk" goes another arrow into a target as Red moves through the archery range watching silently. The day was a sunny fall day, and Red didn't have any pressing maters to attend too at the moment, so he figured he would come see what talented young Inartas might be about. Red was wearing his hunting garb today black leather pants with his sandals on his feet. Over his chest he wore his red jerkin with the hood over his head hiding his face from those around, but leaving his arms bare so not to over heat him. Some of his red hair hung braided in his face hiding the feature of his scar on his face.
At his side he wore his talon sword, and on his back a quiver full of arrows just in case he didn't see anything and wanted to get some practice in himself. Of course, he would have to use the short bow he had as he had been unable to purchase a new longbow which wasn't the best situation, but at least it was something. The unstrung bow was tied to the quiver at the moment to let Red keep his arms free.
Starting in the bent arrow area of the range he began to observe the archers take place, stand in form, hear the command and release their volley. What was he looking for though, someone who shot differently who put everything into their shot, or at least show promise of improving quickly. The Endal's eye scanned from behind the line of fire out of sight of the archers waiting.
