Timestamp: 34th of Fall, 510 AV Location: Twin Lakes It was a few bells after noon and Kellan was on his way to training, archery training that is. At times the Endal seemed to be a bit too scatterbrained to set aside enough time for a good training session. Now was a good enough time as ever. There was not much to do nor was anyone particularly looking for him. It was a perfect time to slip away to the lakes. With his bow in hand he slung his arrows over his shoulder and headed through the tunnels. As he walked his hand made it up to his hair as he played with the rings that lined his ear. It was a nervous habit but he could not help himself from running his fingers over the rings. It was just another outlet for his semispastic personality. After about ten chimes of walking and a good amount of daydreaming Kellan could see the twin lakes. He was not much for the water. Sadly he could not swim. He recalled the time Drusilla tried to get him into the Sanikas River. It was a bit embarassing having to admit to someone that he could not swim for the life of him but he took it in stride. No one could excell at everything. He often tried to but it was innevitable that he would be the best at everything he did. He could hope but no amount of raw talent could make him a master weapon-smith or artist. He would have to stick to what he did best, archery and flirting. The weather was a bit cloudy at the lakes but it could be over looked. As long as Kellan was not standing in a tempest he could work on his archery. He walked across the ground until he made it to the archery targets. He smiled and breathed in the autumn air. Next he removed his shoes and stood barefoot in front of the targets. He pulled back on the quiver and sent the arrow flying through the air. His golden eyes traced the arc as it flew and collided with the target. It was slightly off center but still, it was better than nothing. |