Glory Hounds || Stahl & Ricken
Stahl had decided to take a rare opportunity brush up on archery, something he'd been practicing on and off since early childhood. He'd be the first to say how rusty he was at it, however: he'd nailed a few bullseyes, sure, but most of his shots lie more towards the mid-ranges of the targets and more than one--granted, early shots--had missed the target completely or had fallen short of it. As he reached for another arrow, Stahl noticed his quiver was running a bit low, and debated grabbing some more once it emptied, or simply calling it quits afterwards. He had time to spare, and he'd need the practice for sure, but poor Daisy had more or less been left alone all day and he wasn't planning to try and practice horseback archery anytime soon. Stahl decided he wasn't even going to wait until he emptied the quiver: taking one last arrow, he aligned it with the bow, taking careful aim as he drew the string and adopted a proper stance. He held his breath out of anticipation and fired.
The arrow hit the target dead in the median, and Stahl burst out laughing. As he began gathering his supplies, he noticed Ricken arriving on range, holding a bow of his own.
"Hey there, Ricken!" Stahl said, "I didn't know you practiced in archery too!" He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised. Ricken was... ambitious, and it was more or less known that he pursued a wide variety of hobbies, mostly combat-based, to varying degrees of success. At least the weapon was properly sized for him this time...
