Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2013 16:14:55 GMT -5
Lyndis was tired of the classes, she had tried to sit and be patient and quite but it was not something she did. It had been really tough at first, and she was working really hard to learn everything but her mind always wandered. She could not pay attention unless it interested her, and even then it seemed like the people purposely made it boring. How could an obstacle course be boring? Lyndis didn't know, but they made it so. The day had been a long tough one, she was threatened with not being allowed to go to the forge if she didn't straighten up. That was about the only punishment she could not stand. Sitting down and studying, writing, being scolded and the like were annoying but Lyndis would find sitting through the training worse. The physical punishments where nice; run around camp, exercise, perhaps faint from lack of energy after ward, it was good! Lyndis liked getting all her energy out so she wouldn't be bouncing off the walls when talking to Edmund, but not being allowed in the forge? That was cruel.
Today had been especially boring, all training to fight in a line. All people with their shields and swords, lined up shoulder to shoulder. Not that close they were touching, but shield walls and what not were defiantly happening. It was the same repetitive motions over and over again, Lyndis hated it. It was such a bore, and with minimal movement she thought she might go crazy. They always had to hurry and wait, hurry and wait. What was the point of standing around in heavy metal armor, walking around in straight lines only looking forward? It seemed crazy to Lyndis.
Lyndis grabbed a short bow and quiver full to the brim with arrows before running to the archery range. She did not want to stay still, she wanted to do something. She was tired of the heavy swords, they always felt heavy in her hands. It was the distribution of weight, Lyndis always had weapons that balanced much closer to the hilt than these roman weapons did. She had always used slashing, but these people used stabbing and thrusting more. Lyndis had habits when fighting, and they kept trying to break her of them. It was annoying. Throwing the quiver over her shoulder, Lyndis drew her bow as she ran up on the targets. She used a short bow, the arrows may not have the same weight and power as a longbow could, but Lyndis liked her fast little short bow. Before she even got to the line she wished to be at, three arrows stuck out of the red dot on her target.
Lyndis had found the moving targets, and that was where she practiced. She could not keep still while shooting, the target could not keep still, because Lyndis would get bored and often miss. Even with this, it was a little boring, there was no sense of danger. No sense of the hunt. After a little while of loosing arrows into a few targets leaving nothing but porcupines that continued to move back and forth Lyndis reached to find no more arrows. She sighed, and her bow arm dropped to her side. This places was boring sometimes, sure learning new things and seeing new things was interesting and fun, but the place as a whole lacked something. It lacked the dynamic her family, her tribe had. She missed them, all of them.