Bow-Legged (Kana-Andrei)
In collaboration with the kitchen staff, the archery professors have come up with a fun game. Each ring of the target corresponds with a piece of cutlery. Outer ring = Knife, Inner ring = Fork, Bullseye = spoon. Each student gets 3 arrows and whatever they hit is the cutlery they get to eat dinner with that night. Will they get all three or a strange mix or none? Either way the chefs hope they enjoy a hearty meal of soup, pasta with pesto & sausages, chocolate pecan pie and ice cream. [Grants Bow +1]
The dining hall is abuzz with excitement after the previous night’s events: those that had left on missions between story pages finally returned, unharmed but not unaffected. With the monastery’s near-silence since the students’ departure, Kana was eager to reunite with his friends and finally make some noise.
Three archery professors stand posted at one end of the dining hall. Students crowd around them, and only after standing atop a table (much to the chagrin of the kitchen staff) does Kana see what all the hubbub is about: three targets, each ring labeled with a piece of cutlery. If the students didn’t want to eat with their hands, they had to shoot straight.
Talk about a challenge! And so early in the morning, too? What a way to ease back into the academy lifestyle! But, there was one problem: Kana, like many others, was not versed in the art of archery.
Gazing down at his gloves, he wiggles and flexes his fingers out as he contemplates the worst that could happen if he ate with his hands. His gloves might get dirty, but they could be washed. Even if he ate with his bare hands, he could wash those, too! (But the feeling of food on his bare skin might destroy his appetite in the first place.)
Dragonling turns his gaze over the crowd, searching for one man in particular. It wasn’t too hard to spot him: there, apart from there rest, did he stand in a meager attempt to blend in with the crowd. Perhaps he hoped to steal a set of cutlery without drawing attention to himself or participating in this little game. Maybe he was trying to slip away.
Kana wouldn’t let it happen.
“ANDREI!!”
Feet beat against wooden tabletops, jumping over plates and pitchers to meet his mark. Students and staff both curse under him. Dragon finishes with one flying leap, landing heavily in front of Andrei (and leaving one last footprint nearly in someone’s plate of pancakes). His eyes shine and his grin sparkles; the sun to the archer’s shadow.
“You’ve heard about the utensils thing, right? We gotta win ‘em with archery! So, so, you’re an archer, so you can show me how I can get a fork and knife for my waffles!”
@ulircursed