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A sharp twang of the bowstring and the arrow cut through the air, missing it's intended target by at least three inches. Feathered appendaged curled around the bow in frustration. "And...I missed..."
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"Yep, you did." Came Bantha's blunt reply, and it seemed to make the rito child even more downtrodden than he already was at his failure. Seeing this elicit a sigh from the woman. "You can't just point and shoot Teck. D'ya know why you missed?"
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The youngster seemed stumped by the question she posed, looking toward the distant target with an expression of utter concentration. So much so that Bantha was convinced he'd hurt himself if he thought any harder. "Wind, it's the wind." she huffed. "If you don't pay attention to the direction and speed it'll throw every one of your shots off center."
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One would have thought Bantha had granted him the secret to the meaning of life with the gusto he exhibited after processing her words. Unfortunately for him her hand rose to halt his use of the bow. The sun was rising high over the practice range and Teck's grandmother was sure to be looking for him.
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"No time for that, you head home now and I'll see you here again tomorrow." He was about to voice his objection but a stern look from Bantha's amber eyes silenced him and he conceded. He should have considered himself lucky that the archer was willing to give him secret lessons to begin with. He didn't want to think of his grandmother's fury if she found out.
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The elder rito didn't comment on the comical shudder Teck gave before he tossed her the bow and ran from the range with a hasty farewell. "Weird kid..." Smiling a slight she drew the bow and took aim toward Teck's missed target.

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The Shooting Range. A strange place for a little bird to find himself relaxing; perhaps it was the sounds of arrows against wood, or the wispy sound of it charging through the air. Or maybe Visari just felt comfort in company that wasn't requiring him to interact. He wasn't really sure; all he knew was that he was home now, and being in the presence of others was soothing compared to the frigid loneliness of Snowpeak Temple
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He was posted up against a tree, reading a small leatherbound book the monks had left with him; ancient dragontongue text scattered about the pages and to some it looked like nonsense. To Visari, it was poetry. He felt like an eyesore sometimes. "That weird kid who can turn into a dragon". "That weird kid who prayed on a mountaintop for 8 years". It was ultimately a culture shock to come home to find that things weren't quite as normal as they used to be.
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Hyrule was under chaos, Labrynna was being attacked, and the world seemed to be out of order. He felt slightly guilty, as though his absencesomehow caused this to happen... even if it had nothing to do with it.
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He turned the page in his book, hearing the chatter of a young woman and a child as she taught him the ways of aiming an arrow. The young prince huffed, wondering if he still had the skill to do so himself. The monks weren't fond of combative training, and he rarely found interest in it. But the way of the bow was the way of the Rito, was it not?
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He closed the book and stuffed it into his pocket, slowly approaching the training grounds and grabbing a small, wooden bow from the weapon rack. Taking a few arrows, he took a deep breath and focused his energy. He had to make sure he didn't get frustrated. He couldn't get mad. If you get mad you might turn. And if you turn...
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He tried not to think about it. He pulled back on the arrow, aiming for the target and setting his sights. Releasing it, it flung forward, making its way into the center target but not quite making a bullseye. At least he was close.

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It didn't need to be said but shooting at a stationary target was hardly challenging for a rito well-versede with a bow. Let alone of of the battalion's elite archers. Still, Bantha had continued drawing and firing almost monotonously after Teck had left. Mind wandering in and out of focus with every dull thunk against splintering wood.
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With her mind being elsewhere she was completely ignorant to the rest of her surroundings; which included a certain young rito who'd been present at the range for an unknown length of time.
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Naturally thinking herself alone with the departure of Teck Bantha began to absentmindedly hum a somber tune; one played by her father in the past but not one she would hear as often as others.
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Another arrow set loose and - like all the others before it - planted itself deep in the straw-filled target. One more. Sharp eyes locked onto the final mark but only when she reached for another projectile did she find the quiver empty. "Damn," she huffed. "That almost feels ominous."
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THUNK!
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"Wha-?" An arrow? Who took the- Bantha's head turned to see a somewhat familiar rito. An odd one at that but as it so happened one she was marginally familiar with. Though to be fair that was almost a decade ago. Back when they were fledglings and before he went to live on some mountain or something.
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Bantha hadn't cared much for digging through the details of his sudden departure at the time; likely due to her spiteful nature as a child. Acting as though she didn't care.
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Lightly clearing her through she idly cradled her chin as though she were toyingly assessing Visari's shot. "Not bad, not bad. Your aim's a little off though." she mused to the rito prince before hauling off the empty quiver and setting the practice bow down by one of the boundary walls. "I'm surprised you remember how to use a bow at all." she chuffed lowly to herself, sauntering toward the targets to retrieve her used arrows.

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"I find sometimes I care too much for my own good."

"Still, a valiant try, don't you think?"

The Matriarch was slowly walking up to the two, holding a cup in one hand as she did, steam rising gently from it. She nodded to Bantha, before stopping behind her brother. A soft smile came onto her face, and she ruffled his hair lightly, before holding the cup out.

"Ati told me you were out here. I made your favorite, and I thought that having some tea would help you focus on your reading. I didn't expect to see you pick up a weapon."

When the cup was out of her hands, she stood straight, eyeing his shot, before her eyes moved to the other archer. Her tone was more professional than it was with her brother, but Bantha could hear a tinge of gratitude in it.

"It warms my heart to see those more experienced teaching the young our ways, Bantha. I watched your lesson briefly, and the fact that Teck seemed excited to continue gives me confidence. Perhaps we have time for one more lesson, just the three of us? Regardless of what life he may have lived before, the bow is the way of the Rito."

With a simple unbuttoning, the leather holding her bow on her hip opened, and she caught her bow, already strung. When she made eye contact with Bantha, there was a look in her eyes, almost as if she were studying the other Rito.


"Or perhaps a friendly competition?"

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The woman commented on his aim, and he pursed his lips, looking down and averting his gaze. Though he spent most of his time learning the importance of patience and taking critisizm, it still wasn't easy. Before he could respond though, he heard a familiar voice call from behind them, and he turned to see his sister approaching with a cup.
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He felt his cheeks heat up as he ruffled his hair and he let out a deep breath before taking the cup. He wasn't exactly used to getting this kind of attention, and he didn't really know how to react. "Thanks..." he responded quietly before taking a sip of the tea.
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Tiaris then spoke to Bantha, and suddenly his eyes turned to look at her when she spoke her name. Bantha. He'd seen her on the training grounds when he was just a small boy. She wasn't much bigger than he, but she was in a higher class than him at the time.
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Suddenly Tiaris mentioned one more lesson, and Visari's eyes widened as he felt his face go red. "T-that isn't necessary--I can practice alone! I don't need help..."
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Nope. It was too late. His sister reached for her bow and mentioned competition. He sighed, shaking his head before moving one hand to fix the mess she had made of his hair. "I'm capable of learning on my own."

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"I'm flattered." she preened. "Too bad their parents don't the same way about it." Bantha still half expected to see an elderly rito with a fire burning in her eyes to round the corner of the shooting range any minute now; as was evident by her gold eyes darting toward the entrance briefly ever now and then.
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Bantha couldn't help the slight upturn of her lip seeing the two siblings interact with one another. Unfortunately a bond never experienced by herself as an only child. The rito matriarch held a typical air of stern reality that demanded respect. Around Visari she seemed content to let down that level of composure to something more warming.
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Tiaris did have a point, with regards to the younger rito that is. When it came to wielding a bow it was a second nature proficiency to their kind; albeit there were some individuals like herself who sought to perfect their skill further with more challenging training.
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"There's nothing wrong with being lent a wing," she reassured the prince. "Besides, you'll get far more experience with us than practicing alone." Bantha met Tiaris' look with a small smirk of her own, the signature sleek blackwood bow on her back finding it's way into her grasp.
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"But, the stationary targets here are hardly fit for a challenge. Any ideas?"

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"I find sometimes I care too much for my own good."

"You speak truths, archer. No one should be expected to go through life without aid, young one. Just because a hand is extended doesn't mean that I doubt your capabilities."

She gave her sibling another gentle pat on the head, then twirled her bow, feeling the whimsical flicker of her ancestral magic flow through her. There wasn't any distinct shift, but her change was immediate almost as if she changed forms within a blink. There was a twinkle in that hawk eye of hers, a competitive streak a league long. 

"Moving targets certainly make it interesting, but let's see your flight accuracy. And if you truly don't need our help as you say you don't, Visari, perhaps you would like to throw yourself in? I find that when I work with other Rito, they teach me almost as much as I teach them, so consider this a lesson for both of us, dearest."

With that, she walked to a nearby basket, pulling from it a bundle of metal rings, several inches wide. She twirled one around a feather, and even in her beaked form they could see a smirk on her face.

"We could use these to train accuracy, and show off if you two would like. I'm open to other ideas if you have them, though."

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