~Swift Enterance~ -- The Archery Fields

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Date Posted: 15:54:12 10/05/01 Fri
Author: Badhbh & Aonghus
Subject: ~Swift Enterance~

The large ebony steed, nostrils flared, slows his pace abruptly, moving down to a slow trot, then walk, lifting feet hight through the recently fallen snow, as the woman astride guides him to the Archery Field.
The slim woman dismounts lithely, dark, snow-flecked cloak settling comfortably about her body. She turns, sending her silent, thoughtful gaze along the line of targets, pleased that she had the targets to herself on this snowy winter day.
Breathing into the air, she watches the cloud of breath rise, and dissapear into the chilling air, closing her eyes as a sudden gust of wind sents a flurry of snow down from the snow-laden treebranches.
Turning, she leads the magnificent ebony steed twoard a nearby outbuilding, unfastning her bow from her back and taking the bowstring, made of hemp, from a pouch on her belt. Looped end of string is hooked over one end of the nocked stick, placing this end at her foot, she leans, bending the other down with slight effort, and easily looping the other end into the nock.
Detaching the quiver from the saddle, she patt the ebony stallion and steps away, back into the snow, choosing a target a safe distance from the horse.
Feet placed parallel the target, she chooses an arrow, nocking it to the string. Gaze moves along the smooth arrow shaft, down to her hand, loosely holding the smoothly worn wooden bow, past the arrow point twoard the target. She pulls back, and releases, following through with the movement of the arrow. Another flurry of snow obscures the outcome and she jogs down the line.. twoard the target..

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