Fletcher smiled widely. "Well, I am glad to hear that. I think I tried to convince my brain to sleep in, but all it seemed concerned with was archery practice." He motioned to the quivers. "All ready to be tested. I think they'll be alright," he said in reference to the bows. "After all, depending on how things go, we might get to use them more often."
He was finding it oddly difficult to keep from looking excited at the prospect of actually getting to practice archery, which he'd really not done much of. It was rare that emotions actually had this much control. It was a little strange. Not to worry. He'd get more control after the practice session.
He motioned towards the other door before making his way. It was like hide and seek. Ready or not, here we come.