15th Summer 516AV
The teen held the wood tentatively in one hand, holding the weapon away from her. She didn't want to be holding a bow, wanted nothing whatsoever to do with one but she needed to become acquainted with some sort of weapon and a longbow seemed to be the best option. The idea of using a spear or a knife was too horrific for the doctor to contemplate. The notion of stabbing or slashing at a living creature was awful and at least a bow would give her some detachment and distance from her target.
Waisana had finally come to a decision about what needed to be done and had marched into Feather Run with the greatest confidence. The emerald clad man she had encountered upon entry had seemed completely taken aback by an Opal clanswoman barging in with determination set on her face. She had managed a distracted smile and a nod of recognition before heading to check out the various bows for sale. The man had been temporarily stunned by her abrupt appearance but he quickly recollected himself to inquire about her needs. Her aura of confidence had shrivelled away as soon as he started asking questions, the blonde realising the depth of her ignorance about weaponry. While the doctor had all the appearance of someone who shouldn't be allowed near a bow, the Emerald man had been patient and gentle with her. The teen had listened closely to his advice, settling on a long bow, despite the near impossibility of using it on horseback, because she simply lacked the arm strength necessary for a short bow. If she became reasonably proficient with the long bow and worked on her strength then she could always buy a short bow at a later stage. The blonde hoped never to have to use the long bow, let alone a short bow in the future. She needed to learn how to use the long bow of course, which was what had brought her here.
It was far from typical to see a member of the Opal clan around the Warstorm Pavilion. Sure, sometimes there were injuries but it was a rarity that a patient would be unable to get themselves to the River Flower. An Opal clan member carrying a weapon here was a highly unusual sight though. Nobody believed that their clan was defenceless; they knew how weapons worked of course. However, they were doctors and healers for the most part, so they tended to be pacifists rather than militant. Those in the Warstorm Pavilion were training to be warriors and so Waisana's presence drew quite a few curious stares.
The teen felt a little self-conscious but she walked with her head held proudly and tried to determine where she was supposed to go. She saw men and women training with swords, either sparring with one another or attacking dummies that were vaguely humanoid in shape. The clash of metal on metal made her wince but thankfully, she wouldn't need to go near there. She saw others training with spears, with long poles and, predominantly, with a range of smaller blades. The doctor managed to find the area that housed various practice targets as well as some cages with birds and other small animals in them. Various types of bows and arrows were available to those who had not brought their own weapons and she shuddered to see so much killing potential ranged before her. There were Drykas training here as well and she hovered at the edge of the makeshift range, nervous about joining the others.
"Greetings!" a voice of deep timbre sounded close beside her. She jumped, startled by the closeness of the man and she gazed at him with wide, alarmed eyes. Apologies, he signed, smiling apologetically. "I did not mean to startle you." Can I help you? he asked, his gestures enveloping the bow that she held uneasily away from her. He grasped a bow in his hand as well and he managed to sign while holding it, suggesting that it was a familiar presence during his conversations. Waisana, on the other hand, was not accustomed to holding so large an object as she spoke and it made her signs clumsier and slower than normal.
"Yes. Help would be good." Do not know how, she admitted, waving the weapon vaguely.
The man gestured for her to follow him and she willingly obeyed, happy to place herself in his hands as she strode after him.
The teen held the wood tentatively in one hand, holding the weapon away from her. She didn't want to be holding a bow, wanted nothing whatsoever to do with one but she needed to become acquainted with some sort of weapon and a longbow seemed to be the best option. The idea of using a spear or a knife was too horrific for the doctor to contemplate. The notion of stabbing or slashing at a living creature was awful and at least a bow would give her some detachment and distance from her target.
Waisana had finally come to a decision about what needed to be done and had marched into Feather Run with the greatest confidence. The emerald clad man she had encountered upon entry had seemed completely taken aback by an Opal clanswoman barging in with determination set on her face. She had managed a distracted smile and a nod of recognition before heading to check out the various bows for sale. The man had been temporarily stunned by her abrupt appearance but he quickly recollected himself to inquire about her needs. Her aura of confidence had shrivelled away as soon as he started asking questions, the blonde realising the depth of her ignorance about weaponry. While the doctor had all the appearance of someone who shouldn't be allowed near a bow, the Emerald man had been patient and gentle with her. The teen had listened closely to his advice, settling on a long bow, despite the near impossibility of using it on horseback, because she simply lacked the arm strength necessary for a short bow. If she became reasonably proficient with the long bow and worked on her strength then she could always buy a short bow at a later stage. The blonde hoped never to have to use the long bow, let alone a short bow in the future. She needed to learn how to use the long bow of course, which was what had brought her here.
It was far from typical to see a member of the Opal clan around the Warstorm Pavilion. Sure, sometimes there were injuries but it was a rarity that a patient would be unable to get themselves to the River Flower. An Opal clan member carrying a weapon here was a highly unusual sight though. Nobody believed that their clan was defenceless; they knew how weapons worked of course. However, they were doctors and healers for the most part, so they tended to be pacifists rather than militant. Those in the Warstorm Pavilion were training to be warriors and so Waisana's presence drew quite a few curious stares.
The teen felt a little self-conscious but she walked with her head held proudly and tried to determine where she was supposed to go. She saw men and women training with swords, either sparring with one another or attacking dummies that were vaguely humanoid in shape. The clash of metal on metal made her wince but thankfully, she wouldn't need to go near there. She saw others training with spears, with long poles and, predominantly, with a range of smaller blades. The doctor managed to find the area that housed various practice targets as well as some cages with birds and other small animals in them. Various types of bows and arrows were available to those who had not brought their own weapons and she shuddered to see so much killing potential ranged before her. There were Drykas training here as well and she hovered at the edge of the makeshift range, nervous about joining the others.
"Greetings!" a voice of deep timbre sounded close beside her. She jumped, startled by the closeness of the man and she gazed at him with wide, alarmed eyes. Apologies, he signed, smiling apologetically. "I did not mean to startle you." Can I help you? he asked, his gestures enveloping the bow that she held uneasily away from her. He grasped a bow in his hand as well and he managed to sign while holding it, suggesting that it was a familiar presence during his conversations. Waisana, on the other hand, was not accustomed to holding so large an object as she spoke and it made her signs clumsier and slower than normal.
"Yes. Help would be good." Do not know how, she admitted, waving the weapon vaguely.
The man gestured for her to follow him and she willingly obeyed, happy to place herself in his hands as she strode after him.
