Dec 06, 2008 10:32
There was nothing better than practing how skill with the bow, except for maybing overthrowing one of the sheriff's plots, but the sheriff was not in Haurvatat. He was still back in Nottingham with Robin's men and Marian. So Robin was forced to draw on distractions as best as he could.
He erected his own version of an archery range in the park near the forest with targets varying in size and distance scattered along the tree line at varying heights. It was no archery competition, but everytime Robin pulled back on his bow and released an arrow, he felt almost at home. The arrows always hit the middle of their intended targets, but it still produced a smile.
robin hood,
faramir,
park