3-8-10 - Taye, Dagda

Salamandastron: Caverns - Archery Range

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As the training room cannot fit a truly adequate, large enough archery range, this large room, down in the caverns of the mountain, has been converted into one. It, in itself, is rather cavernous, and is

more long than it is wide. The furthest wall from the entrance is lined with archery targets, at least a ten, and they are each separated by a few feet. Along the closest wall to the door, barrels are

placed, containing arrows as well as bows, to practice with. Further, the walls are lined with torches, though the ones behind the archery targets are protected by metal grates, of a sort. The room is

relatively well lit, and is usually a moderate temperature.

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                 Visible Exits:

[C]averns

Hm, what? What's the cripple doing down here? Well, he's taking advantage of the dinner rush and the emptiness of the archery range to... practice? Or, well. Something, anyway. His sling's off and he's standing at the end of the range, with a bow in paw and an arrow held loosely in his left, held at his side. Slowly, wincingly, he brings the arrow up and notches it to the bow. Anyone close would see the slight tremor in that arm as he does so, though. And then, when he tries to draw the bow string back with the arrow... he fumbles it with a grunt of paint, and it clatters to the stone floor. He curses under his breath.

It's unclear what schedule or agenda Dagda operates on. For some reason, the healer wanders by the opening to the archery range, glancing in as he walks by. The buck's head and torso leans back as his lower body keeps walking, giving him longer to look in. And... around. His place slows to a stop, still leaned back, just watching, only his head and neck really visible from inside.

For about a full minute, Taye just stands there. And then he crouches down with a quieter curse, letting the bow drop to the ground while he rakes his fingers through his hair. The paw just rests there for a moment, with his head ducked. Man, that's dejection!

For about a full minute, Dagda just stands there. And then he slowly takes a few pages into the archery range, one paw resting on the wall. In his typical calm tones, the hare greets the lieutenant. "'Lo, sah."

Which makes it at least a couple of minutes that Taye stays like that. Whatever thoughts are going through his head during that time, who knows? His ears perk a bit at the voice and he glances around at Dagda. His lips press together and he pushes his food arm against his thigh to rise up. "'Ey, Dag," he greets. You saw nothing.

In Dagda walks, up to the older buck. His trusty satchel hangs at his side. Don't make him pull the healer-stuff out. The hare pulls up to a stop beside Taye. He glances up at him. "Jus' lookin' at some targets, sah?" His foot rests a mere pawsbreadth from the bow on the ground.

Taye gives Dagda a quiet, even sort of look. "... Mm-hm." He doesn't glance down at the discarded bow and arrow. They don't exist, what? "Just makin' sure everyone's been keepin' the range in shape."

Dagda's lips purse slightly. "...Aye, sah." After a moment, the buck sighs, slipping his foot under the bow to lift it halfway to his paw. "Iff'n I migh' say so, sah, p'rhaps t'would..." The healer pauses awkwardly, searching for the right phrase. "Wha' exactly is wrong with y' arm, sah? I mean, precisely."

"Precisely? Damn marten... chewed a hole in m'damn shoulder. Now the bloody arm won't... bloody work righ'," Taye answers with a glance down the range. "They're not sure if it'll recovah or if it's just. Permanent."

Dagda shakes his head. "No, I mean' is the bloody hole jus' in y' bloody shouldah, or somewhere else aswell?"

Dagda says, "I mean in regards t' y' actual musculature, sah."

At the elaboration, Dagda gets a look and a small frown. "... Well, m'not a healah," he mutters. He starts to unbutton the top of his tunic a bit, and shrugs it off his shoulder and turns his back to Dagda, so he can see for himself. The wound's healing over, but it's pretty grossly scarred.

A studious expression comes over Dagda's face as the hare leans in to examine the wound, eyes dissecting Taye's shoulder. "Alrigh', sah, that should do." One paw already fidgets impatiently at flap of his satchel. "I need to be going now, sah. See y' anothah time."