Marian of Knighton (_night_watchman) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-11-24 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~marian of knighton (oe), ~rhysand |
Who: Marian, Open
Where: The Meadow, where the targets are set up
What: Target practice
When: Mid afternoon
Rating: TBD
Open: Yes
Status: on going
Marian could almost hear his voice as she pulled back the string. Steadying the arrow against her forefinger. Just point it where you want it to go, Marian, it isn't hard. Don't think about it. If she closed her eyes, and breathed deep enough she was sure she would feel the warmth of his chest against her back. The lithe strength in his arms as they settled against hers. He'd given her her voice, not that her father hadn't doted on her, but Robin had known from the day they had been betrothed what he wanted in a wife, and what he hadn't. And he had helped mould her into the woman she was. Wives that aren't smart are boring, Marian. You need to do your studies so you aren't boring. His youthful voice tickled in her ear. A wife needs to help protect the shire, her people and herself. Robin's reasoning on her being trained to be able to use a bow, and a sword, encouraged training that would give her an advantage over a man, rather than allow a disadvantage because she was a woman. A wife should definitely know how to kiss, Marian. That cheeky, sultry, pout clear in his tone, as it whispered in her ear. Her first kiss coaxed from her as if it had been a prize worthy of a thousand kings. It was then that she let go of the arrow she'd pulled against the taut string. It sang through the air and struck the target dead center, from over a mile. This island could use Robin Hood. And she would be damned if she didn't aim to give it one. |