#theton;archery

[flosprati-a]

open | Lord Austen's Archery Event | location: Hyde Park

Catherine had awful aim, and therefore she would not be taking part in the archery event, but that didn't mean she wouldn't allow herself to enjoy the fresh air and all of the other activities that were occurring. She would never give up the opportunity to procure sweets and treats, and she'd been planning on visiting the modiste at some point to look into new gowns, and this had given her the perfect opportunity to do so. Not only were there so many booths to look at, but she also had the opportunity to find beautiful patches of flowers and other greenery. She smiled to herself as she walked, seeing the flurry of activity around her, so much to do, she wasn't sure where to begin. Her lady's maid was following at a respectable distance as Catherine became distracted at a particular booth that was selling what looked like pastries. She stopped, to see if any of them looked particularly tempting, "I'm so sorry, am I in your way?" she belatedly realized she might have been blocking others from seeing the pastries themselves.

[thorneheir]

OPEN EVENT STARTER | OPEN TO ALL (thetonhq) LOCATION | ARCHERY COMPETITION - BOWLS GREEN

If it were card games, Tobias knew he'd be more used to that but this was something different. Still physical so he thought he'd enjoy that and the archery seemed far outside his skillset and with too many eyes on him there. At the bowling, it was calmer and not too many people. It didn't require much skill so he takes his ball and rolls it near the jack only for it to roll right past and outside of the parameters of the rink. He thought he'd do bad but not that terrible. "Well..." he sighs... "that means I can only improve on my next go. I hope." Self-deprecation could be used with his charm, humbling a little which he hoped would stop people talking about the latest gossip issue. "There's no prizes for this one but I'd be happy to wager on it. Like I said, I can only get better. Do you want to place some coin and see who will win?"

[lovelyfxxl]

S E L E N A FINCH location: lord austen's archery tournament status: open

an english longbow, carved intricately with embellishments of acorns, bluebells, and foxglove, whittled and worn over time with ever dependable use was expertly crafted of yew wood; warm and subtly molded in the adept grasp of its archer's adroit hands. it was not a simple weapon or a mundane tool. this was a piece of art that could quite literally pierce one through the heart. nell's father gifted the prized possession to his daughter on her thirteenth birthday.

"not every bow can be strung with brute force. if one tried to pull this by nock, it would flip around uselessly, and to step on it would warp the limbs." in a quick succession, she anchored the lower end in front of her left ankle, crossed behind her right calf, let the limbs of the bow wrap around her back, and used the weight to expertly bend the bow to string the other end. "harder the string, greater the tension, and more forceful a draw is required." she explained.

despite every effort to generally avoid any and all attention, the reluctant bachelorette could not help shining on a field such as this. auburn hair braided and pinned away from her face cascaded in contrast against the verdant fabric of her garden gown. nell would be the envy of diana, herself, in this light- resplendent with assured confidence and unbothered, effortless intimidation. "which is, of course, meant to scare you... just a little bit."

[prinxesssophia]

open starter // Hyde Park (Lord Austen's Archery event)

Hyde Park had never looked more beautiful or packed but Princess Sophia attributed such beauty to the different stalls. There was the modiste who was displaying the different fashions and Sophia craved all but three of her creations and of course the sweet treats and refreshments that no one could complain about. Sophia stood at the edge of the crowd as her expression was carefully composed despite wanting to scowl at anyone who landed a decent shot even though Sophia wanted to do nothing but scream at them. It was not long before she feigned a headache and retreated to the main lawns, watching those around her play a game of bowls with a relief that there were no prizes on offer. Before too long, the princess rolled her ball too far so much so that it hit another person's foot. “Apologies I fear I have injured you beyond repair, or would a glass of lemonade suffice as treatment?”

[sadierussell]

OPEN STARTER: Sadie Russell | Lord Austen's Archery Event | Location: St. James Park

Sadie had selected a new gown in her favourite shade of violet, embroidered with bluebells and snowdrops for the Archery event; one of the best things about being out from under her mother's immediate observation was that she could choose her own wardrobe. She was beginning to regret her choice, though, as the sun was beating down on the dark fabric and making her sweat uncomfortably. She hoped no one would notice. She was accompanied by her sister (and her pomeranian, Emerald), but had managed to lose Gladys amongst the crowd, which both of them preferred anyway, no love lost between the two, even now. She wasn't known for her upper-body strength and had little interest in injuring herself unnecessarily, so she wisely avoided the archery itself, but there were plenty of other trivialities to entertain herself with...or, failing that, she'd brought along her needlepoint and sitting on the lawn under her parasol and embroidering sounded pleasant enough. First, though, she intended to get a closer look at the horses. Wild Bill's shows fascinated her endlessly when they'd toured through New York, but she'd never had the chance to see a horse up close and personal...

[thornsxcrowns]

who: James & Ara | @flosprati

where: Lord Austen's Archery Competition

Very few people knew the truth about James's identity - to most he was simply a cousin by marriage of a gentry family. Not worth noticing or questioning. Kit had designed the story for exactly that reason. Ara was one of the few exceptions, the few Kit had trusted with the truth.

There was something in Ara's outlook Kit could relate to. Both of them had a drive to carve a place for themselves beyond what was expected. Today they shared even more in common - both were still recovering from the latest Lady Whistledown publication.

"Miss Park," James said with a flourishing bow, one they had carefully practiced in their mirror so many times the night before. "You look lovely today!"

They were deliberate with their movements, aware what effect the rumours would have had on Ara's prospects in the eyes of the Ton. The bow was for the eyes around them, but they lowered their voice to whisper words only meant for Ara "The clothes look better than I could have hoped, you have done extremely well!"

[flosprati-a]

@godwinprince | Lord Austen's Archery Event | location: Hyde Park

There were so many things to explore at this particular event, although she knew she herself would not be participating in the archery event, it did not mean that she would not allow herself to explore everything the event had to offer. She had already been planning on visiting the modiste for a few more gowns, and the fact they had booths here meant she'd be able to look and possibly find new fabric that she would enjoy. She smiled at passerby's as she moved towards the first booth, there were so many options and she found herself torn between two particular colors when she spotted a familiar face approaching. She waved, "I didn't expect to find you at the booths" she smiled when he reached her.

[prinxesssophia]

closed starter for @namenotyourown // Hyde Park

There had been numerous people daring to come up and approach the princess as they claimed if they would win Lord Austen’s competition, they would be asking her majesty for her hand and they were met with her practised courtly smile while she tried to stop herself from physically gagging. The princess’s expression remained unreadable as those foolish enough to approach her continued throughout the morning, but when her eyes were cast upon Mr Peter Drake without anyone on his arm, the faintest flicker of mischief in her eyes. Her majesty’s proclamation that he was the season’s male match was not turning out how she planned and Sophia simply adored it. “Mr Drake how awful it is to see you on your own, if you compete perhaps you can ask her majesty to find your a husband or wife since clearly you are lacking on that front.” Despite her words Mr Drake had secured the fascination of every debutant and unmarried man in London and it was not just for his assumed fortune. Whoever was to wed him would have her majesty’s blessing and that came with more perks than Sophia could think of.